What Money Can't Buy…
By: Jezebel the Temptress
Disclaimers: WB and any other related companies own them. They are certainly not
mine.
Categories: AU, First Times, Angst
Summary: Superman would have been immortal, but it turns out that Clark Kent
wasn't, or was he?
Notes: I've seen a few episodes of Smallville, some of this may be overshadowed
however by my years as a fan of Lois and Clark. This is Slash, its C/Lex, so be
warned. If you're underaged, easily squicked or homophobic go and read something
rated less than R. This never started out to be this dark but along the way it morphed.
This deals with life in the future, a future as I see it and therefore may be a little
darker than any pretty pictures that the real series might paint, although having seen
Hourglass this may be a nicer future.
------------------
Part 1 - Discoveries.
Lex Luthor sat back in his leather chair and sighed, he had it all; the money, the fame,
the prestige, the satisfaction of having dismantled his father's company a piece at a
time until he finally owned LuthorCorp and all of it's subsidiary companies and yet
there was still something missing. Lionel Luthor had always enjoyed nothing more
than stripping down a company and taking it over, heading a board meeting and ruling
the money markets as only a ruthless billionaire tycoon could; Lex's main problem
was that he was not his father and no matter how hard he tried to be he would never
be as cold and ruthless as the other man was.
The buzz of his intercom drew his thoughts back to the matters of work and away
from the melancholy of his own life, he was stuck with the largest company in the
known world and he was going to run it better than the old man had. That meant
endless meetings and consultations and he had one now that was probably just some
other loser begging for money.
"Yes Iris?" He asked his well-bred assistant, she was from fine English stock and had
the organisation that one would expect of aristocracy, she also had the airs and graces
of a countessa but not everything could be helped.
"Your 2 pm is here Mr. Luthor." She said politely, he could almost picture the scowl
on her face as she said the words. Iris resented having to call someone younger than
her own youngest son Gerald 'mr.', but she was too well-to-do to do without the
niceties that her own background afforded her. Lex sighed as he wondered who it
would be this time, he used to keep abreast of all of the comings and goings at
LexCorp, the main company that ran his holdings but now he had people to do that for
him and he only dealt with the ones that wanted direct contact with the man in charge.
Iris opened the door and Lex blinked rapidly at the sight in front of him, he had not
expected to see any of them again, he had left Smallville almost four years ago to
return to the city, he was needed at the helm of his flagship company, at least that had
been his excuse to leave but now he wondered what had happened there that had
caused her to change so greatly. Of course there was always a sadness in her eyes,
there had been for a while before he left but now she was almost misery personified.
The girl in front of him was not how he had remembered, she seemed more haggard
somehow, as if the ways of the world had not been kind to her. Of course there was
always a sadness in her eyes, there had been for a while before he left but now she
was almost misery personified. Lex felt a kinship that had never been there before,
he knew the pain that life brought as well as the next man, if not more than that.
Perhaps they were meant to be kindred spirits, she had lost her own mother as he had
lost his, the circumstances were different but the loss of a parent was the same, the
kind of undeniable pain that rocked you to the very core and meant the world would
never be the same again.
"Lana Lang, long time no see." He greeted as he indicated that she take a seat.
"Thank you Iris, that will be all." He said more loudly as the nosey assistant lingered
in his doorway. She was obviously interested in the young lady that was visiting him,
she never quite got over the maternal instinct despite being his employee not his
mother. Looking slightly offended she turned and left in a huff.
"Thank you for seeing me at such short notice." Lana said, her tone full of politeness
as she spoke. It was not the strongwilled girl that he remembered that sat in front of
him but a less than capable woman. "I realise that you are a very busy man."
"I like to think that I would always have time for my friends." He said, of course he
had not. He had not looked back when he left Smallville, some things were too
painful and others were not worth remembering. He wondered now why he had not
been back, it could not have been as bad as he first thought as he had stayed there for
so long. He ignored the voice that retorted that it was not really anything other than
Clark that he had stayed for.
"Friend…" She said, rolling the word in her mouth as if it were new, she smiled and a
little of the old Lana showed through. "It's been a long time since anyone has called
me that."
"Was there a reason for your visit?" He asked not meaning for it to sound as curt as it
had come out, the smile faded and the fragile insecurity was back. Lana reached into
her purse and pulled out a letter, it was obviously important as it came in a pure white
envelope and had not been folded, she looked at it briefly before handing it to him,
Lex was intrigued and took it straight away.
"It's from Chloe." Lana said as if that were an explanation, it did not explain why the
other girl was not there to deliver it in person. "Chloe Sullivan, she ran the Torch…"
"Yes, I remember her. Had a crush on Clark if I remember correctly." He said as he
reached for the antique letter opener that he kept on the desk, he slit the envelope with
a flick of his wrist and left a straight tear where the fold had been. "What ever
happened to her? I always thought she would end up at the Planet."
"Chloe died last month, she was in Eastern Europe working as a correspondent for the
Post, she got caught up in some small land dispute that she was reporting on." Lana
said, the sadness touched her eyes. "She had left a will, there were letters to each of
us and mine asked that I deliver them to each of you."
Lex pulled out the number of papers that he had in his hand and looked down at them,
there appeared to be a few documents and there was a handwritten page that looked
like it was a letter. He put it to one side to read later, when he would have his full
focus to commit to it and turned back to Lana.
"How have you been?" He asked her amiably, they had not been the best of friends
when she was at school but he had always liked her, even if he was jealous that she
had the attention of the man he would never have. "Are you still with Whitney?"
Lana's face clouded over as she got fearful and she stood to leave.
"I have to get back, Smallville is a long drive and I want to be back before dark." She
said. "I delivered the letter, that was all I came to do."
Lex watched her leave and wondered if there was something else that he was not
seeing, something other than a friend carrying out the dying wish of a tragic hero.
Lana had a past but that did not explain the pain she was in. He turned back to the
desk and his papers, Lana could wait but the letter had his interest peaked and he
wanted to know what Chloe had to say to him.
--------------------
The documents were relatively official and Lex was glad that he was knowledgeable
enough to deal with the legalese that they were written in to get what they were
saying. Some of them were documents from his own companies, or rather
subsidiaries of them, he knew that because he recognised the corporate logo at the top
of them. They all dealt with the meteors that had so long plagued the town of
Smallville, of its 45,000 inhabitants many were affected personally by the fallout.
Instinctively he wiped his hand over his bald head, he was only one of those that had
survived the shower.
The papers seemed to date back to when the meteors had first landed and catalogued a
number of unknown phenomena that seemed all to be related, he had heard of the
theories of what had happened and knew that some of it had been unofficially put
down to radiation but this seemed a far more out there theory of what was going on.
There were times, dates, accounts both first hand and secondary and there was a large
pile of stories that catalogued the weird occurences in the otherwise sleepy small
town. Lex had seen a lot of them, his own company, or his father's company as it had
once been had been blamed for a lot of the disturbances and he had seen the stories in
legal files and case notes. He pulled out the next paper in the stack which was a hand
written note, it was not very long as messages went but he recognised the quirky
scrawl from the Christmas card that he had received annually.
Lex,
I hope that I can call you that seeing as this is the last time I will write it, if not now
then when? I know that it must seem strange for me to write this to you but you are
one of the few people that I know of who will completely understand this story - It
takes a person evil enough to commit these acts to understand them. I do not mean
that you are evil but I know what you suffered under the hands of one Lionel Luthor,
certain files are too easy to find, that is why I know that you will be equiped to deal
with this.
Last Summer I was on my internship at "The Post" when I stumbled across a
photograph that could not have existed, it was in the data files of one of the archives
and depicted a man that could not possibly be in the photograph. It was dated July
12th 2004, but the man in it was dead a long time before that; at least that was what
they wanted us to believe. I started to do some digging and found out that it was from
a batch that we had seized when the Inquisitor folded, it was from a project that they
had scoped out before they were shut down. If I am right then the man in the
photograph was someone we knew as Clark Kent; there he was just patient X.
Whichever agency captured him and faked his death are closing in on me and you are
the only person I know with the skill and resources to deal with this, Pete has a wife
and children and was never much of a hero and Lana, well, she has problems of her
own. I know that you were never my friend but if nothing else you owe Clark your
life at least twice over, if you can, please help him. Clark was made to do great things
and I know that with your help he can at least try.
I'm sorry that we never got to know each other, I'm sure we could have been great
friends.
CS.
Lex pushed the pages aside and found a blurry photograph that looked as if it was
from a closed circuit or hidden camera, it was grainy but there was definitely a figure
and he looked uncannily like Clark Kent. The date read July 12th 2004, it must have
been the one that Chloe found, the question was whether Clark was actually the one in
the picture and if so where he was now. Lex could not keep the tears out of his eyes
as he thought about it, he had spent so many years mourning what he had lost that he
had not thought clearly enough about his death, if only he had looked more deeply
maybe he would have found something. Lex picked up the phone and wiped his face
as he tightened his control on his emotions, Lionel had taught him well that there was
something to be said for unemotional conduct and that was what he was going to
engage now. Putting in a call to the man he kept well paid in the Senate office he
began asking some serious questions about why it was the Inquisitor had shut and
what it was that had happened, he also called his 'friends' in Intelligence, Congress
and the White House; if that failed he would go to the Pentagon. Whatever it took he
was going to find out who the man in the photograph was, because he had the power
to do so and because Chloe was right, he owed Clark Kent his life.
------------------
It took a few days for the news to trickle back to Lex, he heard different stories from
different people, none of it seemed relavant in itself but put together it was more
interesting. Like a jigsaw once you had all of the pieces it seemed to create a much
bigger and clearer picture.
An aide to a Congressman had spoken of a special building in Virginia that was used
to house all of the worst criminals or terrorists; someone else had mentioned
experiments done by the Defence Department in and around Kansas, specifically with
radiation and a White House intern had told him that there was something going on in
the secret defence meetings that the new president was apparently unhappy with; all
of the information pointed to a cover up on a huge scale.
Lex called around, put in a few hints and soon enough he had a higher up in the CIA
on the phone demanding to know what it was that he wanted with their department, he
had apparently upset the apple cart by just looking.
"Mr. Luthor I must warn you that if you follow this course of investigation we will be
forced to carry out investigations of our own." He said. "We have ways and means
Mr. Luthor."
"Ways and means to eliminate a rising star journalist perhaps but could you take out a
high powered businessman in the public eye?" Lex asked. "Do you really think that I
have not already thought of all your possible strategies?" he asked, that was partly the
beauty of being so young; people underestimated his strength and wisdom.
Lex had been plotting since Kindergarten, had been bred by his father to live up to the
expectations of the Luthor name and had read the art of war before he even
discovered the little train that could. The truth was that he had a man in the CIA, one
higher than this one that called him in his pocket and he had been warned that this
could mean a serious issue over any plans he had in the future. They would not kill
him but he would find defence grants were not won quite so easily and that he could
find himself in court. However even these could be overcome, after all there were
competitors of the US that would be willing to pick up any excess arms and probably
at twice the price and he had made sure that all of his business dealings were so
scrupulously covered that no one would ever find so much as an unpaid parking ticket
on him; being a rebel had taught him something at least and that was that if you are
going to get caught make sure that no one finds out about it.
"Mr. Luthor, we are the CIA." The man said as if Lex was meant to be impressed.
The problem was that Lex had a card up his sleeve that he would not play unless he
absolutely had to, but he was willing to play it and he thought that now was probably
the right time.
"Have you heard of ELCom Enterprises, or perhaps XCorp Central?" He asked, they
were the biggest defence and oil suppliers in the world. "Both are subsidiaries of
LexCorp and have departments in all the right areas of commerce to cripple the
American government if they cease trade. Add to that the money and jobs lost when
LuthorCorp sells its assets and you could shatter the world's economy in a matter of
months. You must be old enough to remember the OPEC crisis, well I'll make that
look like a child's game in comparison." Lex said. "Tell me now how you are the
CIA…" There was a joke in his voice but it was humourless, the menace clear in the
maniacal laughter.
Lex knew that he could border on madness, the counsellor his father had fired in fifth
grade had told of the boy's borderline hysteria and violent tendencies. He usually kept
them under tight reign but he would let them loose once in a while just to remind the
world that he was not the mild-mannered man that they all thought he was. There was
only one rule that Lex had kept from his father's set and that was trust no one,
especially if his last name is Luthor.
"What do you want?" The man on the other end of the phone asked, Lex made his
position clear in two words.
"Clark Kent."
The details could be ironed out, he would see to it that whatever contract or deal was
agreed was watertight, even the top lawyers in the world would not get around him.
He wondered if Chloe Sullivan was looking down from her place in heaven smiling
that she had chosen the right man. He certainly hoped that he could live up to her
expectations.
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Tobe continued
Note:
This is my first story in this fandom, I'm not used to writing the characters yet so I
hope I got them right, plus I know there is no Clark here but he's in the next part.
By: Jezebel the Temptress
Disclaimers: WB and any other related companies own them. They are certainly not
mine.
Categories: AU, First Times, Angst
Summary: Superman would have been immortal, but it turns out that Clark Kent
wasn't, or was he?
Notes: I've seen a few episodes of Smallville, some of this may be overshadowed
however by my years as a fan of Lois and Clark. This is Slash, its C/Lex, so be
warned. If you're underaged, easily squicked or homophobic go and read something
rated less than R. This never started out to be this dark but along the way it morphed.
This deals with life in the future, a future as I see it and therefore may be a little
darker than any pretty pictures that the real series might paint, although having seen
Hourglass this may be a nicer future.
------------------
Part 1 - Discoveries.
Lex Luthor sat back in his leather chair and sighed, he had it all; the money, the fame,
the prestige, the satisfaction of having dismantled his father's company a piece at a
time until he finally owned LuthorCorp and all of it's subsidiary companies and yet
there was still something missing. Lionel Luthor had always enjoyed nothing more
than stripping down a company and taking it over, heading a board meeting and ruling
the money markets as only a ruthless billionaire tycoon could; Lex's main problem
was that he was not his father and no matter how hard he tried to be he would never
be as cold and ruthless as the other man was.
The buzz of his intercom drew his thoughts back to the matters of work and away
from the melancholy of his own life, he was stuck with the largest company in the
known world and he was going to run it better than the old man had. That meant
endless meetings and consultations and he had one now that was probably just some
other loser begging for money.
"Yes Iris?" He asked his well-bred assistant, she was from fine English stock and had
the organisation that one would expect of aristocracy, she also had the airs and graces
of a countessa but not everything could be helped.
"Your 2 pm is here Mr. Luthor." She said politely, he could almost picture the scowl
on her face as she said the words. Iris resented having to call someone younger than
her own youngest son Gerald 'mr.', but she was too well-to-do to do without the
niceties that her own background afforded her. Lex sighed as he wondered who it
would be this time, he used to keep abreast of all of the comings and goings at
LexCorp, the main company that ran his holdings but now he had people to do that for
him and he only dealt with the ones that wanted direct contact with the man in charge.
Iris opened the door and Lex blinked rapidly at the sight in front of him, he had not
expected to see any of them again, he had left Smallville almost four years ago to
return to the city, he was needed at the helm of his flagship company, at least that had
been his excuse to leave but now he wondered what had happened there that had
caused her to change so greatly. Of course there was always a sadness in her eyes,
there had been for a while before he left but now she was almost misery personified.
The girl in front of him was not how he had remembered, she seemed more haggard
somehow, as if the ways of the world had not been kind to her. Of course there was
always a sadness in her eyes, there had been for a while before he left but now she
was almost misery personified. Lex felt a kinship that had never been there before,
he knew the pain that life brought as well as the next man, if not more than that.
Perhaps they were meant to be kindred spirits, she had lost her own mother as he had
lost his, the circumstances were different but the loss of a parent was the same, the
kind of undeniable pain that rocked you to the very core and meant the world would
never be the same again.
"Lana Lang, long time no see." He greeted as he indicated that she take a seat.
"Thank you Iris, that will be all." He said more loudly as the nosey assistant lingered
in his doorway. She was obviously interested in the young lady that was visiting him,
she never quite got over the maternal instinct despite being his employee not his
mother. Looking slightly offended she turned and left in a huff.
"Thank you for seeing me at such short notice." Lana said, her tone full of politeness
as she spoke. It was not the strongwilled girl that he remembered that sat in front of
him but a less than capable woman. "I realise that you are a very busy man."
"I like to think that I would always have time for my friends." He said, of course he
had not. He had not looked back when he left Smallville, some things were too
painful and others were not worth remembering. He wondered now why he had not
been back, it could not have been as bad as he first thought as he had stayed there for
so long. He ignored the voice that retorted that it was not really anything other than
Clark that he had stayed for.
"Friend…" She said, rolling the word in her mouth as if it were new, she smiled and a
little of the old Lana showed through. "It's been a long time since anyone has called
me that."
"Was there a reason for your visit?" He asked not meaning for it to sound as curt as it
had come out, the smile faded and the fragile insecurity was back. Lana reached into
her purse and pulled out a letter, it was obviously important as it came in a pure white
envelope and had not been folded, she looked at it briefly before handing it to him,
Lex was intrigued and took it straight away.
"It's from Chloe." Lana said as if that were an explanation, it did not explain why the
other girl was not there to deliver it in person. "Chloe Sullivan, she ran the Torch…"
"Yes, I remember her. Had a crush on Clark if I remember correctly." He said as he
reached for the antique letter opener that he kept on the desk, he slit the envelope with
a flick of his wrist and left a straight tear where the fold had been. "What ever
happened to her? I always thought she would end up at the Planet."
"Chloe died last month, she was in Eastern Europe working as a correspondent for the
Post, she got caught up in some small land dispute that she was reporting on." Lana
said, the sadness touched her eyes. "She had left a will, there were letters to each of
us and mine asked that I deliver them to each of you."
Lex pulled out the number of papers that he had in his hand and looked down at them,
there appeared to be a few documents and there was a handwritten page that looked
like it was a letter. He put it to one side to read later, when he would have his full
focus to commit to it and turned back to Lana.
"How have you been?" He asked her amiably, they had not been the best of friends
when she was at school but he had always liked her, even if he was jealous that she
had the attention of the man he would never have. "Are you still with Whitney?"
Lana's face clouded over as she got fearful and she stood to leave.
"I have to get back, Smallville is a long drive and I want to be back before dark." She
said. "I delivered the letter, that was all I came to do."
Lex watched her leave and wondered if there was something else that he was not
seeing, something other than a friend carrying out the dying wish of a tragic hero.
Lana had a past but that did not explain the pain she was in. He turned back to the
desk and his papers, Lana could wait but the letter had his interest peaked and he
wanted to know what Chloe had to say to him.
--------------------
The documents were relatively official and Lex was glad that he was knowledgeable
enough to deal with the legalese that they were written in to get what they were
saying. Some of them were documents from his own companies, or rather
subsidiaries of them, he knew that because he recognised the corporate logo at the top
of them. They all dealt with the meteors that had so long plagued the town of
Smallville, of its 45,000 inhabitants many were affected personally by the fallout.
Instinctively he wiped his hand over his bald head, he was only one of those that had
survived the shower.
The papers seemed to date back to when the meteors had first landed and catalogued a
number of unknown phenomena that seemed all to be related, he had heard of the
theories of what had happened and knew that some of it had been unofficially put
down to radiation but this seemed a far more out there theory of what was going on.
There were times, dates, accounts both first hand and secondary and there was a large
pile of stories that catalogued the weird occurences in the otherwise sleepy small
town. Lex had seen a lot of them, his own company, or his father's company as it had
once been had been blamed for a lot of the disturbances and he had seen the stories in
legal files and case notes. He pulled out the next paper in the stack which was a hand
written note, it was not very long as messages went but he recognised the quirky
scrawl from the Christmas card that he had received annually.
Lex,
I hope that I can call you that seeing as this is the last time I will write it, if not now
then when? I know that it must seem strange for me to write this to you but you are
one of the few people that I know of who will completely understand this story - It
takes a person evil enough to commit these acts to understand them. I do not mean
that you are evil but I know what you suffered under the hands of one Lionel Luthor,
certain files are too easy to find, that is why I know that you will be equiped to deal
with this.
Last Summer I was on my internship at "The Post" when I stumbled across a
photograph that could not have existed, it was in the data files of one of the archives
and depicted a man that could not possibly be in the photograph. It was dated July
12th 2004, but the man in it was dead a long time before that; at least that was what
they wanted us to believe. I started to do some digging and found out that it was from
a batch that we had seized when the Inquisitor folded, it was from a project that they
had scoped out before they were shut down. If I am right then the man in the
photograph was someone we knew as Clark Kent; there he was just patient X.
Whichever agency captured him and faked his death are closing in on me and you are
the only person I know with the skill and resources to deal with this, Pete has a wife
and children and was never much of a hero and Lana, well, she has problems of her
own. I know that you were never my friend but if nothing else you owe Clark your
life at least twice over, if you can, please help him. Clark was made to do great things
and I know that with your help he can at least try.
I'm sorry that we never got to know each other, I'm sure we could have been great
friends.
CS.
Lex pushed the pages aside and found a blurry photograph that looked as if it was
from a closed circuit or hidden camera, it was grainy but there was definitely a figure
and he looked uncannily like Clark Kent. The date read July 12th 2004, it must have
been the one that Chloe found, the question was whether Clark was actually the one in
the picture and if so where he was now. Lex could not keep the tears out of his eyes
as he thought about it, he had spent so many years mourning what he had lost that he
had not thought clearly enough about his death, if only he had looked more deeply
maybe he would have found something. Lex picked up the phone and wiped his face
as he tightened his control on his emotions, Lionel had taught him well that there was
something to be said for unemotional conduct and that was what he was going to
engage now. Putting in a call to the man he kept well paid in the Senate office he
began asking some serious questions about why it was the Inquisitor had shut and
what it was that had happened, he also called his 'friends' in Intelligence, Congress
and the White House; if that failed he would go to the Pentagon. Whatever it took he
was going to find out who the man in the photograph was, because he had the power
to do so and because Chloe was right, he owed Clark Kent his life.
------------------
It took a few days for the news to trickle back to Lex, he heard different stories from
different people, none of it seemed relavant in itself but put together it was more
interesting. Like a jigsaw once you had all of the pieces it seemed to create a much
bigger and clearer picture.
An aide to a Congressman had spoken of a special building in Virginia that was used
to house all of the worst criminals or terrorists; someone else had mentioned
experiments done by the Defence Department in and around Kansas, specifically with
radiation and a White House intern had told him that there was something going on in
the secret defence meetings that the new president was apparently unhappy with; all
of the information pointed to a cover up on a huge scale.
Lex called around, put in a few hints and soon enough he had a higher up in the CIA
on the phone demanding to know what it was that he wanted with their department, he
had apparently upset the apple cart by just looking.
"Mr. Luthor I must warn you that if you follow this course of investigation we will be
forced to carry out investigations of our own." He said. "We have ways and means
Mr. Luthor."
"Ways and means to eliminate a rising star journalist perhaps but could you take out a
high powered businessman in the public eye?" Lex asked. "Do you really think that I
have not already thought of all your possible strategies?" he asked, that was partly the
beauty of being so young; people underestimated his strength and wisdom.
Lex had been plotting since Kindergarten, had been bred by his father to live up to the
expectations of the Luthor name and had read the art of war before he even
discovered the little train that could. The truth was that he had a man in the CIA, one
higher than this one that called him in his pocket and he had been warned that this
could mean a serious issue over any plans he had in the future. They would not kill
him but he would find defence grants were not won quite so easily and that he could
find himself in court. However even these could be overcome, after all there were
competitors of the US that would be willing to pick up any excess arms and probably
at twice the price and he had made sure that all of his business dealings were so
scrupulously covered that no one would ever find so much as an unpaid parking ticket
on him; being a rebel had taught him something at least and that was that if you are
going to get caught make sure that no one finds out about it.
"Mr. Luthor, we are the CIA." The man said as if Lex was meant to be impressed.
The problem was that Lex had a card up his sleeve that he would not play unless he
absolutely had to, but he was willing to play it and he thought that now was probably
the right time.
"Have you heard of ELCom Enterprises, or perhaps XCorp Central?" He asked, they
were the biggest defence and oil suppliers in the world. "Both are subsidiaries of
LexCorp and have departments in all the right areas of commerce to cripple the
American government if they cease trade. Add to that the money and jobs lost when
LuthorCorp sells its assets and you could shatter the world's economy in a matter of
months. You must be old enough to remember the OPEC crisis, well I'll make that
look like a child's game in comparison." Lex said. "Tell me now how you are the
CIA…" There was a joke in his voice but it was humourless, the menace clear in the
maniacal laughter.
Lex knew that he could border on madness, the counsellor his father had fired in fifth
grade had told of the boy's borderline hysteria and violent tendencies. He usually kept
them under tight reign but he would let them loose once in a while just to remind the
world that he was not the mild-mannered man that they all thought he was. There was
only one rule that Lex had kept from his father's set and that was trust no one,
especially if his last name is Luthor.
"What do you want?" The man on the other end of the phone asked, Lex made his
position clear in two words.
"Clark Kent."
The details could be ironed out, he would see to it that whatever contract or deal was
agreed was watertight, even the top lawyers in the world would not get around him.
He wondered if Chloe Sullivan was looking down from her place in heaven smiling
that she had chosen the right man. He certainly hoped that he could live up to her
expectations.
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Tobe continued
Note:
This is my first story in this fandom, I'm not used to writing the characters yet so I
hope I got them right, plus I know there is no Clark here but he's in the next part.