Cat Grant was used to people fawning over her. They laughed at her jokes and complimented her impeccable fashion. But this ... she was no equipped to handle this.
She watched her squeaky clean assistant talk to this mystery woman. She was tall and wore tight jeans and a fitted leather jacket. She was a badass and a hot one at that. But when Cat approached, this woman didn't even compliment her on her good hair day or her new Michael Kors dress. Was this girl blind or just defiant.
Instead of pushing the subject, Cat sat in her office, her latte cup pressed against her lips. She studied this girl, trying to figure out her deal.
"What is she doing?" Alex whispered, trying not to glance. It was impossible not to feel Cat's eyes burning into her.
"I don't know. It isn't a conference call," Kara whispered.
"So she just stares at you?" Alex took a bite of her burger.
"We both know who she's looking at," Kara whispered, nibbling on a fry. She smiled, secretly loving Alex's discomfort. Her older sister was always so calm and collected, it was a little nice to see her this way.
"Kira!" Cat barked a respectable amount of time after Alex left. "My office, now."
"Yes, Miss Grant?" Kara held the notebook, ready to take orders.
"The girl. Who is she?"
"Alex?" She asked.
"Alex what?"
"Alex...andra?" Kara muttered, confused.
"Are you a lesbian?" She tilted her head, amused.
"Um, no. But my sister is," she chuckles nervously.
"That's your sister?" Her eyes widened. "I have a job for you," she smiled. Kara knew that victorious smile all too well.
Luckily, Alex owed Kara or else this dinner would never have happened. Kara didn't understand it. After all, Cat Grant had an ex-husband and no history of a girlfriend. Even still, she knew better than to question the queen of media.
"Alexandra-" Cat smiled.
"Alex," she corrected.
"Strange nickname. Why not Lexie or Ally or Xandra?"
"Well, Xandra isn't a name," Alex offered a wry smile. "But my parents called me Alex and it stuck." She shrugged, taking a sip of her water.
"Do you always do what your parents say?" Cat couldn't resist.
"Didn't your mother call you Kitty? Isn't Cat just the grownup version of a kitty?" Alex challenged. The remark caught Cat off guard and her water went down the wrong pipe, making her cough.
"Touché," she finally whispered. "So tell me about yourself."
"I went to National City Med School..."
"This isn't a job interview. I don't care where you went to school," she lied.
"If it isn't a job interview, what is it?" Alex fired back.
"What do you want it to be?" Cat asked sensually.