Letitflow0992 - Oh yeah. There are a few other new generation characters making an appearance down the line.
Guest - Yeah. I wanted Carter to resemble the 90's Superboy with the haircut.
Eric - Never too late. Just enjoy the ride.
2.
Luthor Tower - Metropolis
September 3
07:52 UTC
Heading down a long hallway with several well dressed men and women in suits behind him, a man in his mid thirties marched with a certain swagger as he headed to his office. Brightly lit corridors branched away from the one he occupied with his presence with office workers stopping in their tracks at the sight of him.
Everything was made to be pleasing to the eye with a welcome vibe to it as the walls were made of lightly stained wooden panels and decorated with elegant lamp fixtures that were not too bright or dim. Tables displaying statues and vases of flowers added a sophisticated decor while the off-white carpet could not have been any cleaner than it was.
"Mister Luthor," several of the men and women said as they fought for his attention.
"Mister Luthor, you have a three o'clock meeting regarding the merger with Science International in conference room twelve.
"Mister Luthor, I need your signatures to finalize the employee three percent raise at the end of the month."
"Mister Luthor, we have a delivery of office equipment from Offprod for the science division that is not scheduled today and they need authorization to accept it."
As the questions and requests continued, the head of the company quickly signed off or told them what to do.
"Sometimes I wonder what has happened to people now-a-days," Luthor said.
"Excuse me?" one of the women asked.
"Take initiative," Luthor explained. "My father always told me to take initiative in the work place and in life. We, the chosen who lead, look for those who show that quality."
"Well, Mister Luthor-"
"Alexander, please ,Violet."
"Alexander," Violet, the dark skinned young woman repeated, "I remember when I started here in the mail room, your father was known as no nonsense man who had others look for the best in people. He was strict in how his company was run and-"
"And was also a two-faced person who sought to destroy the only beings in this world who strive to protect it as well as develop ties with a world wide terrorist organization." He paused and looked into a mirror near his office and straitened out his tie. "Sorry, I should say, intergalactic terrorist organization."
None of the men or women said a word at his remark.
"Ladies and gentlemen," Alexander Luthor said, "my father was an egotistical man who got everything he wanted and only wanted more. He saw a man with powers he could never have and sought to destroy him out of jealousy due to people not seeing him as a hero like they did the Super man. He did what he could as president and it cost him his sanity. It was hard work running this country and making it better than it ever has been even though every American saw him as the leader and hero he wanted to be seen as. When he was diagnosed with cancer, he found me and asked to take control of his company. I did so obviously. But just remember, I am not my father. I may have his blood in my veins, but not his mind set in my head. Do not demand the son to pay for the sins of the father or expect him to. I just want to make this company better in the eyes of those he wronged and betrayed. Nothing more, nothing less."
Turning, Alexander opened the double doors to his large, elaborately decorated office with Windows lining three of the sides. Situated at the top of the remodeled Lex Corp tower, it had a breathtaking view of the city with the large globe of the Daily Planet in the center of the skyline. Across the room in the center of the large glass wall sat Alexander's custom desk as large as a king sized bed and a throne-like executive chair made from the finest Corinthian leather.
Large TV monitors lined the wall where he entered through, each displaying stock numbers twenty-four seven. Crossing the room, he barely made a sound as his finely dressed feet stepped on one of a kind rugs from the Orient with three large black leather couches partially surrounding a glass coffee table with a few books lying on top, one of which was his father's biography.
"I'm going to have some guests at my penthouse for dinner, Violet," Alexander said as he took a seat at his desk. "One will be my half-sister and the others are some friends of ours. Can you please have Chez Cuisine prepare our favorites? They know what they are. Just tell them my name and have them deliver our dinner around seven tonight."
"Will do, Alexander. Is there anything else I can do for you?" Violet asked.
"Just remind me when my meetings begin and of anything that may need my attention. I have work to do on our shipping orders and bring me the the files on Project K-12."
"The Kryptonite cancer cure?"
"Yes. My father tried to cure his illness but it beat him in the end. If not for his assassination, he would have suffered rather harshly. I want to go over it and see if there's anything more I can do."
"Alexander," Violet said sincerely, "I know you want to finish your father's work, but with the Kryptonite permanently locked away or destroyed, I don't see a need to torture yourself in striving for a cure."
"I know," Alexander said with a distant voice. "But at this point, with all he's left me, this is the least I can do now that he's gone."
"I see. I will bring them as soon as I can then."
"Thank you."
As Violet left the large office, Alexander switched one of the TV monitors to the news where he saw the new additions to Gotham City. With all the technology available to Earth from the alien invasions and what his father kept in secret, major cities were being brought into the future with the advanced technology afforded them. Within the next several years, Gotham would resemble something out of science fiction with the same for Metropolis.
Leaning further back in his chair, Alexander propped his feet up on the desk and watched the construction continue as he slicked his hair back. "Now this is a future the world deserves."
With his eyes scanning screen after screen, Alexander saw his stocks rise while dipping slightly every now and then. Overall it was going to be a good day for him in the market as he was always careful where he invested his money, like his father. If he were to rebuild his company, he would need every cent he could get and make amends for his father's transgressions to get the Luthor name back in the good graces of the people, which was why he carefully read everything his workers handed him before signing off on them. It was a long road, but he was ready to travel over its highs and lows wherever they may form.
Interrupting his thoughts of how he was going to handle his inherited company and what his employees were informing him, a few raps at the door drew his attention. Taking his feet off the desk and handing a clipboard off to one of his company informants, he pressed a mounted red button to allow the person entrance. As the doors opened automatically, three teenagers entered the room.
Smiling brightly, Alexander quickly rose to his feet and rushed forward past the men and women who were slightly annoyed with his actions and wrapped his arms around the lead female of the group. "Mar'i!"
"Alex!" Returning the hug, the black haired beauty smiled as she embraced her half-brother.
Though related, both really did not look the same. Alexander was over twice her age with reddish brown hair and strong, masculine features resembling his father, Lex Luthor, with two toned eyes, one brown and one blue. Even in his business suit, he was obviously well built for a man of his age.
Mar'i was an exact opposite of her brother. At fifteen years old, she mostly took on her mother's looks, at least that was what everyone had told her. Her long black hair reached down to her waist and bright green eyes shimmered every time she smiled. Her tanned skin was flawless with a slight indication of muscle showing on her exposed arms from the black and blue dress she wore.
"You look as beautiful as ever," her brother told her.
"Thank you," she said in response. "You're not to bad yourself, Alex."
Turning to the group of employees, Alexander asked to be left with his half sister and friends. No sooner as the doors closed, Mar'i shoved him back and straightened her dress out.
"Cut the crap, Alex," she said as she made her way to a seat. Her demeanor had done a complete one eighty. "How long will this take?"
"Not long," Alexander told her. "Nice performance by the way. Nearly had me believe you were a caring sister."
As Mar'i went to take a seat, the others behind her came up to the new owner of Lexcorp.
"William, Furth, how have you two been?" Extending his hand, Alexander shook both teenage boys' hands.
"Why jus' fine, Alex. Jus' fine," William said with a strong southern accent as he shook his friend's hand. Unlike is friends, William was dressed in western clothing, sans hat. He even looked like the classic redneck with his farmer's tan and light blood hair. "And thank you for the ostrich boots for my birthday last week."
"My pleasure, William." Alex then turned to the other teen boy. "And how are you, Furth?"
"Alright. Though I can't understand how anyone can sleep in the city. All the noise you people put up with." Unlike his friends, Furth looked to be dressed to go to the gym in a purple and green track suit and sneakers. His near bald head was always kept neatly shaven, adding to his athletic appearance.
"It's something you'll get used to, my friend," Alexander said with a smile. "Now come in, we have many things to talk about until the others get here."
(-)
Within a file room, Violet searched for the requested folder her boss, Alexander, requested. Pulling out a file drawer, the woman looked down upon a black, steel container permanently attached to the cabinet. Using a key card only she and her boss carried, she inserted it into a slot where a red light changed color to a bright green. A panel then flipped up to expose a keypad where she typed in her code. Accepting the seven digits, the container's locks disengaged and released her card. With the card back in her pocket, she opened the container and took out a jump drive and a Manila folder with the label 'Project K-12' on its front.
Gathering the items, Violet made her way out of the room and into the hall where she overheard some of the office workers talking about Alexander's visitors. Except for the usual 'pretty sister', and 'lucky family', she overheard them discussing improvements to the science sector of the building, something she had not yet heard about. It was strange how that was news to her as it was her job to oversee new projects and their ongoing happenings to Alexander himself.
Putting their words in the back of her mind for the time being, she made her way down the hall and turned the corner. There in front of the double doors were two, what looked to be, teenagers dressed in leather clothing waiting for entry. Chalking it up to them being Alexander's guests, she continued on until she came up right beside them.
"Hello," Violet greeted warmly, "are you to friends of Alexander Luthor?"
"Yes we are," the two said in unison. They were both identical twins with short, black hair and pale skin.
To be honest with herself, Violet felt a little creeped out at the way they responded. Keeping a smile on her face, she gave a nod and knocked on one of the doors before entering. Stepping to the side, she allowed the two in and saw her boss greet them excitedly.
He was right, she admitted to herself, he was not his father. Lex would never rush to happily greet or hug friends or family like Alexander did. Maybe this new chapter in Lex Corp would be different after all.
As she let her boss and his friends catch up, she quietly placed the requested documents on Alexander's desk. She only had one person to speak to before handling Alexander's schedule as Mercy needed to make arrangements for their dinner and Corbin needed to be reminded to let her know of all visitors looking for an audience with her boss.