"Enrique!" Lex cursed at the guard for having let Chloe go. "She's a
sixteen year old girl! How hard would it have been for you to get off your
ass and catch her?" He fumed.
"Sorry, boss" Enrique shrugged, having no excuse, and knowing that nothing he said would change his boss' foul mood.
Lex reached into Chloe's car and deftly turned the motor off.
Briefly, he considered chasing after her himself, turning up at Smallville High and making a scene. But then, why bother? A waste of precious fuel and unwanted attention attracted to his currently undercover relationship with the girl.
Especially when she would undoubtedly come around to her senses and come crawling back for his forgiveness. After all, he still had her car. Worthless as it was.
An idea struck him, and he flicked out his mobile to act on it immediately.
"Shandra? Put me through to Antony. I don't care if he's in a conference.No, I don't want to leave a message.Put me through or you won't have only your job to worry about!!" There was a click on the line.
"Antony," Lex slithered, "Not sorry to have interrupted you. Listen, I have a car for you to wreck, ASAP, and I want one to replace it, as of yesterday. Got that? Right. If your men aren't here before nightfall ready to do our trade, your company will be closed down and owing so much your head will spin. And then, you know what? Your head will spin. Got that? Good. Nice to know we have an understanding."
The phone was back in his coat pocket practically before the connection registered as being closed.
Enrique was still standing there uncomfortably. "Well?" Lex prodded the useless, tiresome man.
"Should I move the car then, boss?"
Lex sighed. "No, Enrique. You can make yourself useful for a change and move your sorry ass indoors. I don't want the public to have to see what incompetence I put up with. You can consider yourself demoted, as of." he glanced at his watch, "Ten minutes ago."
Lex turned his back and walked off to the mansion, stony-faced.
He wished it was as simple as firing his staff, but they knew the intricacies of his project, and if any of those details reached the public, his reputation would be sorely endangered, and he would lose all respect in his high-profile social position.
Now to get a new gateman, and begin the countdown until Chloe came pleading for him to take her back. Three days should be it, that was the typical period of time a female took to come to her senses. What a strange sex. He shook his head.
But they were definitely worth all their quirks, especially once you gained their trust. Soon after that, it was easy to lure them into your bed.
His phone blipped and buzzed against his chest.
Assuming it was Antony, he took it out and, "What's your malfunction this time?" he snapped impatiently.
"Alexander, I have many problems that I cope with, efficiently," A voice said smoothly and evenly over the line, almost perfectly matching Lex's own 'business tone'. "But none of them I would refer to as a 'malfunction', per se."
"Father," Lex butted in coldly, growing exasperated with how his day was turning out.
"Sorry, boss" Enrique shrugged, having no excuse, and knowing that nothing he said would change his boss' foul mood.
Lex reached into Chloe's car and deftly turned the motor off.
Briefly, he considered chasing after her himself, turning up at Smallville High and making a scene. But then, why bother? A waste of precious fuel and unwanted attention attracted to his currently undercover relationship with the girl.
Especially when she would undoubtedly come around to her senses and come crawling back for his forgiveness. After all, he still had her car. Worthless as it was.
An idea struck him, and he flicked out his mobile to act on it immediately.
"Shandra? Put me through to Antony. I don't care if he's in a conference.No, I don't want to leave a message.Put me through or you won't have only your job to worry about!!" There was a click on the line.
"Antony," Lex slithered, "Not sorry to have interrupted you. Listen, I have a car for you to wreck, ASAP, and I want one to replace it, as of yesterday. Got that? Right. If your men aren't here before nightfall ready to do our trade, your company will be closed down and owing so much your head will spin. And then, you know what? Your head will spin. Got that? Good. Nice to know we have an understanding."
The phone was back in his coat pocket practically before the connection registered as being closed.
Enrique was still standing there uncomfortably. "Well?" Lex prodded the useless, tiresome man.
"Should I move the car then, boss?"
Lex sighed. "No, Enrique. You can make yourself useful for a change and move your sorry ass indoors. I don't want the public to have to see what incompetence I put up with. You can consider yourself demoted, as of." he glanced at his watch, "Ten minutes ago."
Lex turned his back and walked off to the mansion, stony-faced.
He wished it was as simple as firing his staff, but they knew the intricacies of his project, and if any of those details reached the public, his reputation would be sorely endangered, and he would lose all respect in his high-profile social position.
Now to get a new gateman, and begin the countdown until Chloe came pleading for him to take her back. Three days should be it, that was the typical period of time a female took to come to her senses. What a strange sex. He shook his head.
But they were definitely worth all their quirks, especially once you gained their trust. Soon after that, it was easy to lure them into your bed.
His phone blipped and buzzed against his chest.
Assuming it was Antony, he took it out and, "What's your malfunction this time?" he snapped impatiently.
"Alexander, I have many problems that I cope with, efficiently," A voice said smoothly and evenly over the line, almost perfectly matching Lex's own 'business tone'. "But none of them I would refer to as a 'malfunction', per se."
"Father," Lex butted in coldly, growing exasperated with how his day was turning out.