Chapter 2: Meeting with Mr. Luthor
At that same point in time, a black limousine drives slowly into the Luthor Ancestral Home as the gates open automatically. It stops on the giant driveway, the driver gets out and walks to the back. He opens the right side door and holds it as a man steps out slowly. The man is the same one from the train, dark, slicked hair, a long black overcoat, a very expensive gray suit, and a pair of small-framed sunglasses. He hands the driver a fifty-dollar bill as a tip. The driver then thanks him and closes the door. The man looks up and around the mansion with a smirk on his face.
Moments later the twin doors of Lex Luthor's very large office open wide and the man walks in with a smile. Lex stands up from his desk and turns his attention to the man. "Lex Luthor…man, it's been a long time."
"Not long enough, Max." Lex says as the man, now known as Maxamillion Graves, approaches him with the same smile on his face. Maxamillion extends his hand for a shake; Lex looks down at it, then back up. "Sorry, I'd like to keep this little reunion touch-free."
"Ha…Lex you haven't changed a bit, have you?" Maxamillion Graves says, moving around the room slowly with his hands in his overcoat. "Look's like daddy's still being very generous with your allowance."
"I know why you're here, Max, and what you've been up to these past few years."
"Oh, you do? Well, I wouldn't expect you not to…I've made quite the name for myself. In the past three years I've taken over one hundred and thirty four companies and even a few big name corporations. It's all happening, Lex…everything we said we would do when we grew up is happening…at least for me."
"You still don't impress me, Max."
"Lex…you think the only reason I've been doing this is to impress you? Man…you're still riding on that high horse of yours aren't you? Maybe you'll be impressed after I overtake LuthorCorp…you know, add it to my collection." Maxamillion says, looking out one of the large windows.
"Don't make me laugh, Max…honestly, if you've come all the way to Smallville to tell me your planning on taking over LuthorCorp than you're a fool."
"Oh I'm well past the planning stages, Lex. I've already spoken to your father and he was very interested with what I had to say…I'm meeting with him again in Metropolis tomorrow."
"That's a lie and you know it…you think you can scare me?" Lex says with a stern look on his face, Maxamillion Graves remains very loose and cocky.
"Just call the old man, Lex…do it." Maxamillion says, urging him to call his bluff as he walks forward. "Go ahead."
"What do you want out of all this, Max? I think you have enough."
"Enough? Haha…come on Lex, you remember our dreams don't you? The thing we used to talk about all the time when we were kids."
"Max…that's all that little fantasy was, something we talked about when we were kids. Wanting to rule the world is something I thought we would both grew out of…but I guess not."
"Fantasy becomes reality, Lex…it's all coming true for me…I will have it all and everyone will know my name…everyone will know it, and fear it. You may not believe me now, but soon Lex…" Maxamillion starts.
"You know there's not much difference between you and Hitler."
"Hitler was an amateur…"
"You've gone completely insane, and I don't think I want you in my home any longer, Max. Get out." Lex commands. Max looks him in the eyes, that same smirk crosses his face as he turns around and walks towards the door.
"I'll see you soon, Lex." He says, the door closing behind him a second later. Lex tries to remain strong, but somewhere deep down is a sense of fear…just like he said.
A couple hours later, at the Kent Farm, Clark and his parents are in the living room; he has recently told them about the job he took at the Talon. "Clark…I asked you not to get involved in this." Jonathan says, standing in front of him as he sits on the couch with his head down.
"Clark, we would be glad if you got a job for yourself, not to try and help us." Martha adds, standing next to Jonathan.
"I saw the bills, I hear dad talking to the bank all the time…I know what's going on. I just don't see what the big deal is, we could all use the extra money." Clark says, standing up.
"Clark…it is a father's duty to provide and care for his family, it is my responsibility." Jonathan says. Clark doesn't say anything; he looks at Jonathan, then at Martha.
"Jonathan…maybe Clark's right, we'll need whatever we can get right now, and you know it." Martha says, turning to him. Jonathan sighs and looks both ways, thinking about the situation, then finally speaks.
"Fine…Clark…fine." Jonathan says, leaving the room and heading outside. The two watch him leave, probably going to work on the shed. Martha looks at Clark and nods her head; silently telling him his father will be all right.
At that same point in time, a black limousine drives slowly into the Luthor Ancestral Home as the gates open automatically. It stops on the giant driveway, the driver gets out and walks to the back. He opens the right side door and holds it as a man steps out slowly. The man is the same one from the train, dark, slicked hair, a long black overcoat, a very expensive gray suit, and a pair of small-framed sunglasses. He hands the driver a fifty-dollar bill as a tip. The driver then thanks him and closes the door. The man looks up and around the mansion with a smirk on his face.
Moments later the twin doors of Lex Luthor's very large office open wide and the man walks in with a smile. Lex stands up from his desk and turns his attention to the man. "Lex Luthor…man, it's been a long time."
"Not long enough, Max." Lex says as the man, now known as Maxamillion Graves, approaches him with the same smile on his face. Maxamillion extends his hand for a shake; Lex looks down at it, then back up. "Sorry, I'd like to keep this little reunion touch-free."
"Ha…Lex you haven't changed a bit, have you?" Maxamillion Graves says, moving around the room slowly with his hands in his overcoat. "Look's like daddy's still being very generous with your allowance."
"I know why you're here, Max, and what you've been up to these past few years."
"Oh, you do? Well, I wouldn't expect you not to…I've made quite the name for myself. In the past three years I've taken over one hundred and thirty four companies and even a few big name corporations. It's all happening, Lex…everything we said we would do when we grew up is happening…at least for me."
"You still don't impress me, Max."
"Lex…you think the only reason I've been doing this is to impress you? Man…you're still riding on that high horse of yours aren't you? Maybe you'll be impressed after I overtake LuthorCorp…you know, add it to my collection." Maxamillion says, looking out one of the large windows.
"Don't make me laugh, Max…honestly, if you've come all the way to Smallville to tell me your planning on taking over LuthorCorp than you're a fool."
"Oh I'm well past the planning stages, Lex. I've already spoken to your father and he was very interested with what I had to say…I'm meeting with him again in Metropolis tomorrow."
"That's a lie and you know it…you think you can scare me?" Lex says with a stern look on his face, Maxamillion Graves remains very loose and cocky.
"Just call the old man, Lex…do it." Maxamillion says, urging him to call his bluff as he walks forward. "Go ahead."
"What do you want out of all this, Max? I think you have enough."
"Enough? Haha…come on Lex, you remember our dreams don't you? The thing we used to talk about all the time when we were kids."
"Max…that's all that little fantasy was, something we talked about when we were kids. Wanting to rule the world is something I thought we would both grew out of…but I guess not."
"Fantasy becomes reality, Lex…it's all coming true for me…I will have it all and everyone will know my name…everyone will know it, and fear it. You may not believe me now, but soon Lex…" Maxamillion starts.
"You know there's not much difference between you and Hitler."
"Hitler was an amateur…"
"You've gone completely insane, and I don't think I want you in my home any longer, Max. Get out." Lex commands. Max looks him in the eyes, that same smirk crosses his face as he turns around and walks towards the door.
"I'll see you soon, Lex." He says, the door closing behind him a second later. Lex tries to remain strong, but somewhere deep down is a sense of fear…just like he said.
A couple hours later, at the Kent Farm, Clark and his parents are in the living room; he has recently told them about the job he took at the Talon. "Clark…I asked you not to get involved in this." Jonathan says, standing in front of him as he sits on the couch with his head down.
"Clark, we would be glad if you got a job for yourself, not to try and help us." Martha adds, standing next to Jonathan.
"I saw the bills, I hear dad talking to the bank all the time…I know what's going on. I just don't see what the big deal is, we could all use the extra money." Clark says, standing up.
"Clark…it is a father's duty to provide and care for his family, it is my responsibility." Jonathan says. Clark doesn't say anything; he looks at Jonathan, then at Martha.
"Jonathan…maybe Clark's right, we'll need whatever we can get right now, and you know it." Martha says, turning to him. Jonathan sighs and looks both ways, thinking about the situation, then finally speaks.
"Fine…Clark…fine." Jonathan says, leaving the room and heading outside. The two watch him leave, probably going to work on the shed. Martha looks at Clark and nods her head; silently telling him his father will be all right.