#28.02.2021

May was fucking fuming.

The success of Death's big debut had briefly allowed her to ride a high, happily poking around the bomb sites and tweeting conspiracy theories about who would want to target the three companies - the very picture of innocence. The knowledge that each of them had gotten out alive and unharmed didn’t hurt either, a small swell of pride in her chest at the thought that she had managed to protect those beneath her. She should’ve known that the feeling wouldn’t last long. 

Lurking behind the cameras of the chat show recording was always going to be a dangerous game when May was liable to throw whatever was in her hands as soon as she heard the smug voice of Rafael Femenias Jr., but she had wanted to watch him squirm under Emil’s questioning, see if he could take even a scrap of accountability for the damage his company had caused. She should have anticipated that he wouldn’t, she doubted that the word ‘accountability’ was even in his vocabulary. But she never could’ve anticipated this, a glorified coming out party that was the PR equivalent of pretending to throw a tennis ball for a dog and watching it chase after nothing.

And the worst part was, she knew it would work. Media outlets could never resist a romance, particularly one which had seemingly been building for years - and the fact that it was a gay relationship? They’d be falling over each other to post cringeworthy tweets plastered with the pride flag emoji, celebrating the fact that a member of the LGBTQ+ community was the face of a company who was destroying the planet. A win for inclusivity! It made her sick.

As the cameras wound down and their special guests made their way off the sound stage, she ran to catch up with the more detestable of the two. Her disdain for Ikki Nakamura could wait. Her personal vendetta against the Femenias boy could not. "Very nice, Mr Femenias. Slick.” Her voice laced with sarcasm, she spat the words at his retreating back as though hoping the sheer force of her hatred could wound him. “I'd congratulate you on your plan, but I think we both know that this was the work of some greasy spin doctor and not an original thought on your part."