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You stared at Mr Wayne, lost in thought, wondering if maybe he had been in the military, when something shocked you out of your daze.

"Hello! I'm here for the meeting with your CEO. I'm covering it for the Daily Planet. I'm Clark Kent."

Looking over at the tall bespeckled reporter, your mouth dropped open. Something had to be wrong with your power, because there's no way this guy could possibly be a 10.

Standing shakily, you motion Mr Kent towards your boss's office. (3/)

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You feel a headache starting to build between your temples. Excusing yourself, you head for the bathroom. But before you can get there, you pass another executive heading for the meeting. This time, a tall woman with long hair who radiates confidence.

You awkwardly stumble into the bathroom, splashing water on your face, certain you must be losing your mind. You recognize the woman from the news. Diana Prince. And her number was an 11.

(4/)

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