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Of Twisted Hearts ~ 1

Chapter 1

2011

Lana Lang ran a hand through her medium length dark brown hair. She splashed cold water in her face. Looking up in the mirror she saw that her hazel green-brown eyes looked tired. All she wanted to do was go home, relax and have a Full House marathon. She couldn't though, no she still had one more interview to do before she sat down to her computer and wrote the piece. And who could she be interviewing but the man himself, CEO of LexCorp, Lex Luthor. There were many rumors about the former Luthor, some probably far from the truth and others were probably, sadly true. Lana shook her head, he wouldn't be the only child to have dealt with parent abuse.

Walking out of the bathroom she held her messenger bag tighter to herself and zipped up her jacket. It was an April evening, the air was chilly, but it also brought the promise of spring. Lana smiled as she looked around at the crazy speed of Metropolis. She hailed a cab and quickly got in as it stopped. "Luthor mansion," she said to the man driving.

About twenty minutes passed, Lana looked out at the city driving pass her. She wonder what everyone in the city was doing? Going to classes? Getting off work? Partying with friends? A part of her wondered why she even cared. 'None of those people are ever going to care,' the cynic part of her brain shouted. She winced at the voice she imagined it had, her father's.

Finally the car stopped at a beautiful house, modern glass. She couldn't help but look in awe at the sight. The cab was paid and she slowly made her way up the stony steps. Standing in front of the door she knocked, nothing, not even a sound from the other side. So again she tried, still nothing notable. At last she noticed the door bell and pushed the button. She was surprised not to find a man answer the door but instead a stern looking Asian woman. The woman gave her a tight lipped smile, Lana noticed that the name tag she wore said Mercy on it. "Right this way, Miss Lang. Mr. Luthor has been expecting you," Mercy said in a bored tone.

Lana swallowed loudly and follow Mercy through the large house. They made their way to a seemingly large office. It was modern looking, large simple desk, large computer screen, two large comfy looking leather chairs. And a tall man's back was turned looking at a piece in the room. It was some modern painting. The figure had short, wavy, red hair. Mercy cleared her throat, the man turned around. Lana felt her heart beat a little faster as she watched the man, she was figuring was Lex Luthor smile at her in shock. She smiled in response to the figure. Suddenly he seemed to remember what she was there for. "Lana Lang," he said nervously. His voice higher then expected, but in no way unpleasant. He held out his hand and shook her hand firmly, but not harmful in the slightest.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Luthor," Lana replied.

"The pleasure is all mine, Miss Lang," Lex replied with a smirk.

Lana felt heat raise to her cheeks, she looked down so she wouldn't have to meet his eyes. When she looked back up, he smiled at her brightly then turned towards the figure behind them. "That will be all, Mercy," he declared.

Mercy gave a nod of the head and walked out of the room, closing the door on the way out. Lex settled into his big leather chair and motioned Lana to sit across from him. "Thank you," she said out of habit.

"My pleasure," he replied with another smirk.

This time Lana righted herself in the seat and looked down at her messenger bag as she pulled out her notebook. "Now, Mr. Luthor," she started.

"Yes?" Lex asked seemingly amused.

"So why is it that you think we should infest our money into your stock instead of Wayne enterprises?" Lana said getting straight to the point.

Lex laughed and seemed even more amused now. "I see you don't beat around the bush, do you?"

"I like to do my job," Lana replied quickly.

"I'm sure you do. So you can get the truth out and I'm sure a paycheck doesn't hurt," he remarked.

"Now it's you who doesn't beat around the bush," Lana stated.

"I just call them, as I see them," Lex replied with an almost sing song like tone.

Lana smiled. He did as well. Then he looked down seemingly at some papers on his desk, like they held the answers. "I think people should infest in my business because I truly want to help the world. Yes I try to help out in different little things, like putting money into school programs, I think kids should be playing sports instead of spending all day on a video game. I give money to different charities. But what I'm trying to do with my company is so much more then I could ever do with the others. I am trying to build a better day for the future. If the technology that me and my researcher are anything to go on, the future will be a better place. All I need is help sometimes," Lex explained.

"You mean money," Lana replied bluntly.

Lex chuckled and flashed her a bright smile. "You know, I like you," he remarked with a grin.

Lana can't help but smile back but bite back a full tooth smile.

"I like how honest and to the point you are," Lex explained.

"I'm a journalist. I'm suppose to me honest and blunt," Lana remarked.

Lex shook his head in disagreement, "No, there are different kinds of journalists. There are the ones trying to get by on their wages. Then those that are only looking to destroy others' good name and everything they've worked for. And then there are those like you, blunt, straight forward, charming, respectful, honest, and I would probably say that you want to actually answer people's burning questions. You actually want to make a difference, just like me."

Lana chuckled, "Well I wouldn't say I change any lives."

"But you let people know what's going on in the world. Let them know how best to deal with it," Lex replies.

Lana looked up at him in shock. She willed herself to speak but she couldn't seem to move her mouth.

Lex chuckled, "I seemed to have left you speechless."

Lana chuckled in return and shuffled her notebook that laid on her black pencil skirt. "What were we talking about your company?" she said changing the subject.

Lex's eyebrows flickered up to show that he knew she was avoiding what he had said, but he let the matter drop. "We were talking about how I need more money," he said with humor.

Lana grinned at the reminder and they started to talk more about the company. What things that they research, at least those that he was willing to tell the public. Two hours passed and Lana knew it was getting late and she was feeling very hungry. She stood up and gently shook Lex's hand. "Well it's been a pleasure," Lana stated.

Lex shook her hand back. "It's been a pleasure. Maybe you can come over tomorrow to finish your interview," he suggested.

"Are you inviting me?" she asked in surprise.

"Perhaps," he replied coyly.

She looked up at him in shock but was only met with a charming grin and a 'I'm serious' look. "I would like that," she replied.

"I'm glad to hear it. Tomorrow then," Lex replied happily.

"Till tomorrow," Lana replied coyly.

"Allow me," he said politely opening the door. "I'll just show you to the door," he added as he snapped his finger in the direction of the front door.

As they walked passed, Lana saw Mercy a few doors down from the office. She seemed to wear a shock/annoyed look on her face. One that made her look scarier than before. Lana just nodded her head and kept following beside Lex. They stopped right outside the door. "I took the liberty of calling you a taxi," Lex explained as he opened the front door.

Lana looked up in surprise at him. "Oh you didn't need to do that," she explained.

"I wanted to, besides it was this or the limo," Lex joked.

Him and Lana laugh and she looked over at the waiting taxi car. "Yeah, this does look less conspicuous," she replied.

They both laugh again. "Again a pleasure, Mr. Luthor," she said in place of a farewell.

"Till tomorrow, Miss Lang," he replied.


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