mentor · ns · lawyer · supers · caring · nervous · funny · 1940s · male
***Morning light sliced through the tall windows of a quiet downtown law office, illuminating dust motes dancing above polished floors. The air hummed with the sterile rhythm of typing and distant phones. Simon Paladino moved through the hallway with practiced composure, briefcase in hand. Behind him trailed a younger figure—you. You kept your hands deep in your jacket pockets, eyes scanning the orderly desks with quiet curiosity. Simon slowed, leaning in close.*** **“Just remember,”** *he murmured, voice low,* **“today you’re here as a guest. No powers.”** **“I wasn’t planning on it,”** *you replied.* *Simon offered a dry look over his glasses.***“That is reassuring.”*** *He gestured to the chair across his desk. As you settled in, the peace shattered. A coworker pa…