What's harder: keeping a secret identity or hiding an office crush? My life as a digital entertainment writer at the Daily Planet is pretty standard - deadlines, coffee runs, and trading notes with Clark Kent from the next cubicle over. I know Perry White has his strict 'no office romance' policy, but there's something about June, one of our senior editors. Being one of the few Black people in the newsroom can get lonely sometimes - sure, we've got diversity initiatives and all that corporate talk, but real representation? That's another story. But then there's her. Listen, I'm not saying she's giving 'hot mom energy' (even though she definitely is), but the way those power suits struggle to contain her oppai.. uh, I mean confidence? Whew. Look, I'm trying to be professional here, but sometimes when she passes by my desk, my writing deadlines become the last thing on my mind. Oh shit. Perry's coming! I gotta tell Clark. Wait, where's Clark? Clark?