"You asked for me?" The reporter said, pushing up his glasses, unsettled. He has been forced to cramp in his cube all morning to work on that Exclusive Spotlight piece about last night's evening party. He was bored enough to use his super-hearing for some entertainment and has heard every word of White's phone call through a glass door fifty feet away.
"Yes, haven't we hit the jackpot. That kid specifically asked for the Daily Planet." Mr. White scribbled down notes on his pad at an astonishing speed, cramming the phone between his head and shoulder.
The editor-in-chief put down the receiver and laid back in his chair, clattering the ball pen in his hand. His rolled-up white sleeve had a coffee stain on it. That brown vest he has worn for a week was covered with unfriendly white scraps from the printing unit.
He spoke out of nowhere, "Listen, I've decided to send you." He didn't give the reporter a chance to refuse and was inspecting that complicated expression on Clark Kent's face with interest. "What on earth did you talk about at the party, that he has such an impression on Daily Planet?"
The reported stayed silent. They didn't actually talk about anything. In fact he hasn't even had a word with the young entrepreneur. If there has to an impression of some sort, it was how that handsome young genius popped out of thin air, interrupted his conversation with Bruce Wayne, grabbed his hand before he could react, threw out a punch line that could be either serious or just a joke, then patted his chest in a casual but intimate way. And he, under this sudden "attack", "hardened" all over and nearly blew his cover. [1]
After that he felt the young man's gaze following him around like a fly after a piece of frosted cake, which made him left in a hurry as if escaping something. That resulted in his lack of ideas this morning as if his pen has dried out. No, letting him to meet Lex Luthor right then, twice within such a short period of time was not exactly a great idea.
Mr. White waved his hand a bit, indicating that there's no need to focus on details. "I know you're wrecking your brain on what to write, having another go with that guy will give you some inspiration for sure." That was just an excuse. His head was in the clouds that the paper's sales might go through the roof. That cloud was quite grounded, though. As long as it's about Lex Luthor, even if Clark Kent only came up with a piece of rat crap, whatever it was printed on would skyrocket off the planet.
"I've came up with several usable titles." White made an exaggerated gesture. "Lex: Reformer of the human world, question mark; Latest tech of LexCorp, may become mystery munition of mankind; To whom should security safeguard of human fall? LexCorp proclaim to change the world."
He suddenly changed the subject. "And if we could scoop up some news about Superman, we can do a comparative exclusive—"
"When will the interview be?" The reporter cut him short. He looked even more uncomfortable than a moment before.