"Please Sir, right this way." The bell boy smiles at my Father and completely misses me. I can't really complain about it, my Father did send him a warning glare when he did try to look at me. My Dad isn't the kind of person to allow others to look at his daughter if he doesn't see them as acceptable for her. I've grew up to accept this. It doesn't bother me as much as it before.

We were led to the penthouse of the hotel that had two luxury bedrooms, two bathrooms, a kitchen, a dining room and a large living room area. I was used to getting these types of rooms because with my Father's business, we were always on the move. Last night I was in New York. Now for three weeks I'm in Metropolis. The city that is safe guarded by the one and only Superman. If I get the chance to see him flying in the sky then I think I would be Lois Lane and faint. Can you tell that I'm a fan?

"Are you okay, Isle?" My Dad asks me as I come out of my daydream. I look up at him as he places his hand on my shoulder and looks at me with worry in his eyes.

"Yes. I'm fine, I was just daydreaming." I say and give him a reassuring smile. He nods his head and moves away from me and over to his briefcase that he had put on the table in the living space.

"Okay. I've got to go to a meeting. Meaning that you shouldn't wait up for me and go to bed. Okay?" He asks as he picks up his briefcase and then walks over to the door.

"Okay Dad." I reply and he smiles before leaving and then I'm in the penthouse all by myself.

For the first few hours of being here, I just slept because I haven't slept on the way here on the plane. Now, I just want to go out and explore what this city has to offer. So, I take a quick shower to wake myself up and then change into my clothes. Which consisted of a red checkered shirt, blue jeans, my white trainers and my black beanie hat. For me to have a Father as rich as I do, you'd think I would dress more 'classy' but, why bother? I'm not different from anyone else, right?

I pick up my little black backpack and put my phone, room key and my money into the bag. Then I head out of the penthouse and out of the hotel. It was four in the afternoon now, so I thought I would go and find somewhere to eat. I walk around the city for a while until I find a good restaurant. I enter and wait for a waiter or waitress to come up to me. That is until I get a phone call from my Dad.

"Isle, you need to go to the Daily Planet for me. I need you to do an interview for me. They will ask you the usual questions and then you can do anything you want." He explains to me, without even saying hello.

"I got it. Just send me the directions from where I am. I'll send you my location." I say and then we say goodbye and I find out where I needed to go and head straight there.

I manage to find the Daily Planet easily with my Father's directions from the restaurant that I was previously at. I walk in the entrance and I am amazed at how clean and polished this place was. They must be the real deal here. I walk up to the woman behind the large oak desk.

"Hello, I'm here on behalf of my Father." I say and she looks up at me and nods her head.

"Yes we were informed of this. Someone will be here for you in a moment." She smiles at me and I nod my head and turn around and take a seat on the bench that was against the wall.


"Smallville! I need you to take this interview for me. I've got too much work on this article." Lois says to Clark as he was typing on his computer.

"Who is it?" He asks from behind his computer as he continue to type.

"The daughter of the billionaire father, Richard Jason." Lois replies and Clark stops typing and looks up at her.

"Please tell me that she isn't like any of those 'pretty' girls." Clark groans and rolls his eyes.

"No. The last interview she gave they said that she was different from any of those rich kids. She doesn't like to be treated differently from someone like you and me." She tells him and Clark raises his eyebrow and smiles.

"Fine, I'll take it."


I waited and drummed my fingers on my legs as I look around trying to see when someone would come and collect me for an interview. I start to get a little bored and get my phone out of my pocket and start playing piano tiles for another ten minutes. I look up to see a man stood talking to the woman behind the desk. She smiles at him and then points at me. He turns his head and I feel as though I lose my breath.

He was handsome, I would give him that. His glasses sat on the bridge of his nose just right, making his eyes sparkle from the sun light coming through the large windows near the front door. I get the sudden urge to stand up and check over myself. I don't get up but I look myself over once and then he makes his way over to me.

"Hello, I'm Clark Kent. You must be Isle Jason." He says and holds out his hand.

"Yep that's me. It's nice to meet you Clark." I reply as I shake his hand and smile. We release hands and for me it kind of felt awkward.

"So, if you would like to just follow me. I'll take you to an office and we can begin the interview." He tells me with a smile and then leads me to the elevators. We get up to the top floor and he leads me through a crowd of working people and into an office down the hall.

"Please, take a seat and I'll just get some paper and be right back." He smiles and then leaves the room. I lean over the table to see how far he had gone and then get my phone and check my hair and my face. Okay, I look fine. I put my phone away and sit down. Clark returns only two minutes later and with a smile on his face.

"Okay, let's get started." He says as he sits down.

"Ask away." I tell him and return his smile. He takes a pen out of his front pocket and puts it over the paper.

"So, what is your father doing in Metropolis?" He asks me as he writes the question onto the paper.

"He was invited by Lex Luthor for a business proposal. Something about investing into a brighter future. We will be travelling to Gotham soon to meet with Bruce Wayne and talk to him about another investment to make." I reply and he copies me word for word.

"Do you know that Lex Luthor has been known for creating-"

"Illegal weapons and uses them to take down superman? Yes, I'm well aware of that." I interrupt him and he raises an eyebrow at me and then continues writing his notes.

"What do you think of your father's business?" He asks me and I'm taken back a little as no one has ever asked about my opinion on my father's business.

"I think my father is a great man. He has helped the lives of many within the space of two years and people love him for it." I reply as I stare at the table with a soft smile.

"Don't you miss him? Don't you wish he would spend more time with you?" Clark asks and I feel a little sting in my chest at his questions.

"I miss him, which makes his time with me much more precious." I reply and look back up at him.


The interview lasts for another thirty minutes and then Clark gets up.

"Well, I would like to thank you for your time to answer my questions. I will show you back downstairs." He smiles as he speaks and I feel like I need to take this chance now or I'll never get it again.

"When do you finish work?" I ask and instantly regret it. My cheeks begin to flush red and I look away from the awkward tension in the atmosphere.

"Urm… I finish in about an hour. Why don't you wait around and we can go get a coffee or something." He suggests and I look up with a shy smile.

"Sure, I would like that." I reply.


We were sat in the Starbucks up the street, talking and laughing and just having a good time together.

"So, how did you end up here?" I ask him after he finishes telling me some stories of himself on his family farm.

"I wanted to become a reporter and I thought there was nowhere better than Metropolis to start that dream." He replies before taking a sip of his coffee. I smile as I look down at my mango frap and sigh.

"What's wrong?" He asks me and I look up and shake my head.

"Nothing, just wondering where I would be if I hadn't done this interview for my dad." I say and drink some of my frap. Clark chuckles nervously and I can see the colour in his cheeks begin to get brighter.

"Well, I'm glad I got put on this job. I was able to meet this beautiful young woman." He says as he stares at me with a smile.

"She sounds amazing." I play along with his little game and return his smile.

"Oh she is. Very amazing and gorgeous." He replies, causing me to giggle and hide my blushing face.

"My, my. Is Clark Kent flirting?" I ask with mock shock, causing him to chuckle.

"Depends. Does Isle Jason like it when he does?" He returns a question back to me with a raised eyebrow and a smirk on his lips. It's like he is another person.

"Maybe." I say before having some more of my drink. He chuckles and I admire the dimples that he has and he looks up at me as his glasses slip down his nose.

"Here." I say as I push his glasses back up his nose to sit back on his face properly. He smiles at me gently before I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket. I see that my Dad has messaged me to get back to the hotel and I let out a sigh.

"Sorry to check our little date short, but I need to get back to my Dad." I say and he loses his smile but then looks back up at me.

"Where are you staying? I'll make walk you there. Can't leave you to walk back in the dark." He offers and I smile before we head off out to the hotel.