People say the world's changed. They say the world's gotten better.
Maybe. Maybe not.
My thoughts on the subject? In all the luxuries we've afforded ourselves, we've stripped away the barest of essentials. We've created a disease. It's contagious, spread by a single thought, consumed by a word.
It's a plague, and the whole human race is affected. Loneliness. People come and people go. No one ever stays. In this age where everything is fast, fast, fast, no one has time to slow down, for love or money.
It's the Frankenstein of our generation. We've created a monster within ourselves of all the demons of our past, and it cannot be stopped.
I have always been feared, with a single glance, I can make you run. Power is something you are either born with, or you take. You don't grow into power.
I took mine. As a kid I was a screw up. Never good enough for anyone, except my mother. Typical really. The misunderstood son. Poor little rich boy.
If they only knew.
I never thought much about loneliness before I moved to Smallville. Sent was more like it.
I was restless, I hated everything, and I hated life and all its insecurities and shifts. I probably wanted to die in my subconscious. Everything was seeing how much, how fast, breaking my limits pushing past what I had already done. Been there, done that, bought the t-shirt.
When did I realize the loneliness in my life? Probably after I got pulled out By Clark, but that's a story for another day. A good story too…
I thought I could stand the loneliness. It didn't bother me in the City, but in this town where everyone has grown up together and is as close as the two peas in a pod, it really started to get to me.
I probably hired her unconsciously because I needed the company. She's a fast typer, a quick talker, quirky, intelligent and hates awkward silences. Has a thing for all that is weird and wonderful.
I hired Chloe to be my assistant because Madeline had recently been fired, and I was finding it damn near impossible to keep my appointments straight. Clark had suggested that I get a new assistant.
I of course, did not quite understand and asked him if he knew where a fairly reliable one was I would gladly hire them on the spot.
Then she walked in.
She was her usual Chloe like self. Off beat. Quirky. Held a pen. That was enough to convince me.
I offered her the job, and she took it. It was strange at first, her being in school and all that. But each morning, I'd wake up and get a fax of my to do list, including the usual "Give Chloe a raise" "Decide to buy Chloe a white pony" and that such stuff.
Usually, given the circumstances, it would have annoyed me. But it didn't. It made me smile. Not my usual smirk of power, but a genuine smile, dimples and all. Yes, It may seem strange, you don't see them often, but I do have dimples. I have been told that they're quite cute too, by…certain very reliable sources…
The first time I truly smiled at her, dimples and all, She beamed at me, full on, thousand mega-watt grin of pleasure.
I felt very good about myself, and for some reason, decided to devise numerous tiny ways to make her smile like that again.
Don't ask me why, it is highly unusual for me to like it when people make-fun of me. Call it low self esteem. Call it power hungry madness. Call it whatever you want, I don't care, but I really liked it.
At first, I was not enjoying the idea of a sixteen year old girl in my home from three thirty till eight nearly every day. It did not meet my fun quota.
Infact, the words cruel and unusual self imposed punishment came to mind.
She actually turned out to be the highlight of my days. I am a shrewd businessman. I take pleasure in it. I like to make other companies go bankrupt, I like to make my father's friends go bankrupt, I am not a very happy person at the end of the day.
But then she comes in all spunky and laughing and sweet with tales of supposed mutants and Lana Lang trip ups and I just have to laugh.
We have friendly banter. Same level friendly banter, not Guy banter like me and Clark, but intelligent witticisms and sarcastic comments. I assure you, hiring one Miss Chloe Sullivan Changed my life. How you ask? Read on…
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Hehehe! How'd you like that? Did I suck you in? did you like it? I hope so cuz I tried my darnedest! Next chapter up soon!
My thoughts on the subject? In all the luxuries we've afforded ourselves, we've stripped away the barest of essentials. We've created a disease. It's contagious, spread by a single thought, consumed by a word.
It's a plague, and the whole human race is affected. Loneliness. People come and people go. No one ever stays. In this age where everything is fast, fast, fast, no one has time to slow down, for love or money.
It's the Frankenstein of our generation. We've created a monster within ourselves of all the demons of our past, and it cannot be stopped.
I have always been feared, with a single glance, I can make you run. Power is something you are either born with, or you take. You don't grow into power.
I took mine. As a kid I was a screw up. Never good enough for anyone, except my mother. Typical really. The misunderstood son. Poor little rich boy.
If they only knew.
I never thought much about loneliness before I moved to Smallville. Sent was more like it.
I was restless, I hated everything, and I hated life and all its insecurities and shifts. I probably wanted to die in my subconscious. Everything was seeing how much, how fast, breaking my limits pushing past what I had already done. Been there, done that, bought the t-shirt.
When did I realize the loneliness in my life? Probably after I got pulled out By Clark, but that's a story for another day. A good story too…
I thought I could stand the loneliness. It didn't bother me in the City, but in this town where everyone has grown up together and is as close as the two peas in a pod, it really started to get to me.
I probably hired her unconsciously because I needed the company. She's a fast typer, a quick talker, quirky, intelligent and hates awkward silences. Has a thing for all that is weird and wonderful.
I hired Chloe to be my assistant because Madeline had recently been fired, and I was finding it damn near impossible to keep my appointments straight. Clark had suggested that I get a new assistant.
I of course, did not quite understand and asked him if he knew where a fairly reliable one was I would gladly hire them on the spot.
Then she walked in.
She was her usual Chloe like self. Off beat. Quirky. Held a pen. That was enough to convince me.
I offered her the job, and she took it. It was strange at first, her being in school and all that. But each morning, I'd wake up and get a fax of my to do list, including the usual "Give Chloe a raise" "Decide to buy Chloe a white pony" and that such stuff.
Usually, given the circumstances, it would have annoyed me. But it didn't. It made me smile. Not my usual smirk of power, but a genuine smile, dimples and all. Yes, It may seem strange, you don't see them often, but I do have dimples. I have been told that they're quite cute too, by…certain very reliable sources…
The first time I truly smiled at her, dimples and all, She beamed at me, full on, thousand mega-watt grin of pleasure.
I felt very good about myself, and for some reason, decided to devise numerous tiny ways to make her smile like that again.
Don't ask me why, it is highly unusual for me to like it when people make-fun of me. Call it low self esteem. Call it power hungry madness. Call it whatever you want, I don't care, but I really liked it.
At first, I was not enjoying the idea of a sixteen year old girl in my home from three thirty till eight nearly every day. It did not meet my fun quota.
Infact, the words cruel and unusual self imposed punishment came to mind.
She actually turned out to be the highlight of my days. I am a shrewd businessman. I take pleasure in it. I like to make other companies go bankrupt, I like to make my father's friends go bankrupt, I am not a very happy person at the end of the day.
But then she comes in all spunky and laughing and sweet with tales of supposed mutants and Lana Lang trip ups and I just have to laugh.
We have friendly banter. Same level friendly banter, not Guy banter like me and Clark, but intelligent witticisms and sarcastic comments. I assure you, hiring one Miss Chloe Sullivan Changed my life. How you ask? Read on…
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Hehehe! How'd you like that? Did I suck you in? did you like it? I hope so cuz I tried my darnedest! Next chapter up soon!