Hey guys, gotta thank you for all the nice reviews... I feel bad for Damian, though, the guy didn't get any good reviews, lol. Well, here's the next installment, hope you enjoy it;) And sorry about the delay on the update, but my muse was playing tricks on me ~.~
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Angels or Devils
Chapter 8
Lighting a cigarette in the darkness of the deafening silent, the shadowed figure sat alone looking steadily at the starless night through the grand balcony windows. For the content fellow, the night was a transpiration of pure perfection. He congratulated himself for the manner in which his object of affection had behaved... she had rejected her old love, and soon she would forget him completely. Of course congratulations were in order since he was the one who had pushed her over edge. He had to... for the sake of his-
A knock on the door quickly interrupted the quiet solitude of his thoughts. Startled, he curiously went to the door, wondering who would make a house call at three in the morning. He should have expected it... standing before him was the weathered, yet determined and audacious Lex. Arching one eyebrow, the Brit inhaled from his cigarette as he stared the visitor down. He exhaled as he spoke nonchalantly, "May I help you?"
Slightly irritated by Damian's presence, Lex kept his cool with smooth composure, "I'd like to speak to Lana.""
"She's asleep," he replied with stern shortness. "And, I don't intend to wake her, especially for someone who- if I remember correctly- has her 'confused with someone else.'"
Eyeing him with a smirk, he kept his bravado at bay, "Look, I don't know who you are, and frankly, I don't care to find out. I'm here for Lana... and trust me, I don't get confused."
Taking another whiff from his cigarette, Steele chuckled through the smoke clouding in front of Lex rudely. "Unfortunately... well, unfortunate for you... I know exactly who you are," the Englishman divulged with cryptic intentions. "Lana's former and soon-to-be forgotten beau in the flesh. Trust ME, Mr. Luthor, if you're as un-confused as you think you are, you'd leave now and never show your face here again."
Surprised somewhat at his bold aggression, he altered his slightly ajar lips into an amused smile, "Choose your words with caution... you wouldn't want to unintentionally threaten someone who can become your worse enemy."
Damian quickly grew infuriated as he attempted to hold his temper. "You don't scare me, Luthor," he contended with clenched teeth. "I'm not like one of your Smallville townies who stir when they see you coming."
"You don't have to be one to look as cowardly as you do now," Lex simpered. "Now, I suggest you stay out of my way and lose your British bourgeoisie attitude for those who are easily amused."
He had done it now. Steele fumed at his warning as he glared at Lex with equal threatening intentions. Both remained quiet for seconds, waiting for the other to make a move that would justify a physical reaction.
Just then quick steps were heard from behind, leading up to the bathroom. The door was shut immediately as the light went on inside. Unpleasant sounds suddenly urged the two men to investigate the interruption. They both instantly realized it was Lana who had probably gotten her first taste of overindulgence.
Standing next to the door, Steele worriedly inquired, "Are you okay, Lana?!"
Hearing no answer from inside, Lex tried to open the door, but found it was locked, "Lana, is everything under control? Why don't you open the door?"
Still, there was no reply. Seconds passed before the door suddenly opened, and out came a peaked yet somewhat recovered Lana. Looking at her two visitors with bewilderment, she tried to regain her full composure and hope that she wasn't imagining Lex's presence.
"Lana, are you okay," questioned Damian again, seeing that she remained speechless.
Shaking herself from the craziness in her head, she nodded slightly, "Yeah, I feel a little better now." Taking her gaze off her friend, she turned hesitantly to the man she thought was in her past. "Lex," she bit her lip, attempting to gather all her courage and rationality. "What are you doing here?"
Before he could explain his coming, Steele stepped in, "I can kick him out if you want, Lana."
"No," she quickly demanded, hoping to prevent any altercations. Smiling uneasily to cut the tension a little, "There's really no need for that. Actually, can you excuse us... just give us some time to talk."
Glancing at Lex, Steele wanted to ignore her request, especially considering the fact he was there to get her back. "Are you sure," he asked, hoping she would change her answer. To no avail, Lana just nodded, showing she was pretty adamant about her demand. "Alright then, but if you need me, you know where I am."
Damian put his coat on, slowly exiting her apartment as he set his death-ray looks at Lex who just didn't bother to return the stare... he kept his gaze on the reason he was there.
"What are you doing here, Lex," Lana questioned once her friend was out of sight.
Taking a deep breath in, Lex reveled in the thought of having a chance to hold her once again. "Lana, I know that I hurt you deeply, but I have to tell you that I made a mistake. Everything I said that day at the fields was a lie... an attempt to hide behind a veil of fear," he disclosed honestly as he took her hand gently, closing the proximity between them."I'm sorry, Lana... I do love you and there's nothing that can shake that... don't ever believe otherwise." Allowing the silent seconds to pass on, he refused to hold back... he kissed her with all the yearning his heart had acquired from their days apart.
Lana's eyes glimmered with unshed tears, letting his lips completely overtake her pained emotions. Yielding their intimacy, she looked up, "I love you, Lex," her voice wavered. "But, I realized during all the time away from you... that you've always had control of our relationship. You're the one who decided to take my heart when I wore it on my sleeve for you... you're the one who ended it when my heart was still in your hands, urging you to hold on to it... and now, you're the one who wants it back without notice, without consent."
"What are you saying, Lana," he questioned her, hoping she wasn't meaning what she said.
"I'm saying that my love isn't something you just turn off and on whenever you please... I'm saying that I can't trust you with my heart anymore... I'm saying that I'm finally taking control," she admitted using whatever conviction she had left in her.
"Lana, it's not like that...," he insisted, feeling he was losing her again. He held her hand, using his other to wipe the tears that began staining her skin.
Shaking her head softly, she gazed up at Lex... her heart was straining, urging her to listen to it. "Lex, can you honestly promise me you'll never do it again?"
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Two years later...
The months went by like those kind of days that seem to just pass people by without a mere warning or notice. The hours and minutes don't seem to matter anymore when all that appears to be essential is getting by in numbless seconds of work or distractions. And, in few cases, the heart hardens as priorities change into something we never thought could be of importance. Unfortunately, that was the case for Miss Lana Lang, the new partner of C.Z. Fashions. In just a year, she was able to move up the ladder and become one of the company's shrewdest and most intuitive business elites. She had thrown herself into learning all there was about the British designer's company, its weaknesses and strengths, anything that could help her become an expert. And, truly she had transformed into an expert. Lana had even put aside what she liked the most... designing the clothes. She left it behind, rather finding a thrill in making money for the company. She had even left herself behind.
The new Lana, dressed in razor, corporate black suits, used all her feminine wiles and quick-wit to get anything she pleased, including a separation from Luthor Corp. It had been a triumph for both women, yet bittersweet for C.Z. The experienced Englishwoman had noticed the unusual change of her new partner. Lana had gone from a hardworking, modest girl into a conniving, arrogant woman who labeled compassion for the weak. Granted, she was an advantage for the company, but her introverted thoughts left too much to the imagination. C.Z. felt as if this new person could never truly be trusted. And, she could only blame herself. By secretly breaking her and Lex apart, she had dragged Lana into hating the young Luthor. Gradually, C.Z. had seen the transformation... every time the name was mentioned, her eyes would darken and her aura of purity would suddenly shift into unadulterated loathe. It was clear that love had burned her badly... and nothing C.Z. or, even Damian, could do would bring back the Lana that Smallville adored.
Nevertheless, Morgan had somehow managed to persuade herself in celebrating the fact that Lana was a partner who could take the company higher into the ranks. She could also revel in the separation from Luthor Corp., her one and only goal since she had begun her business. Of course, bringing down the dynasty was another end she intended to meet... and with Lana on her side, the dream would finally come to life... that is, if nothing got in the way. Hopefully, their new proposition would not extinguish her aspirations. This would be the ultimate test in loyalty and abilities for Lana.
"C.Z., how are you... and how many times have I asked you not to smoke in my office," out of nowhere appeared Lana, questioning C.Z.'s presence who laid on the plush, black leather sofa. "May I also ask, why you're in my office?"
"My, we seem to be in a sour mood," commented the still smoking partner.
Sighing in irritation of C.Z., Lana sat down to look through some paper work, "I hope you're going somewhere with your false observation."
"No, it was just simply an observation," she smiled wickedly in return as her co-worker rolled her eyes. "I come baring some good and ill news."
Lana's attention was suddenly caught, "Go on... with the good, that is, so I can get out of the way."
"Very well," she inhaled from her cigarette. "The good news is that Mr. Blythe of Elite Destiny has finally agreed to sell his very profitable land in London. And you know very well, darling, that if we are able to get that land, we can at last put Project V into works."
"Oh, I know, C.Z....this would be the expansion that would put us at the very top," Lana agreed as she tried to keep herself from losing her reason. "Now, what about the bad news?"
Taking another whiff from her cigarette, she spoke with all seriousness, "Unfortunately, Mr. Blythe has been exploring his options... in other words, taking different offers from many buyers. Lucky for us, we made an offer that beat out all but one of the competition... of course, that 'one' is our opponent now."
"Who could of possibly offered more than us," Lana inquired in outrage.
"I don't know, but, darling, they only offered hundreds more... that's why our greedy Mr. Blythe wants to see if we'll up our proposal by having both parties meet," she explained.
Lana shook her head in exasperation, "In other words, we have to out bid the buyer... whoever it is. And, why is it we don't know who they are, C.Z.?"
"Mr. Blythe's people wouldn't say. All things are to be kept under wraps," she replied.
"C.Z., sometimes I wonder if you're in the right business," Lana admitted contemptuously. "Nothing in the world of money is kept under wraps." She instantly picked up the phone, "Laura, get me Fields on the line," she demanded as she waited for the connection. "Fields, this is Lana... I need you to get me the name of a second buyer for the Blythe land. You have less than twenty four hours."
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Five hours later...
The night had arrived and Lana was still in her office working diligently for the Blythe meeting two days from now. She wouldn't leave either until Fields's call, she wanted to know who her competitor was so she could prepare for the kill. No death actually... just the thrill of beating out the buyer. It didn't matter that she was stressed out and exhausted from weeks and weeks of work without any real break... all that matter was becoming the best at her art. At first, she had buried herself into school and work to forget the last night Lex and her had seen each other...
"Lex, can you honestly promise me you'll never do it again," she had asked him. "Lex... can you?"
He had gazed at her, seconds passed before he answered....
"Lana...Laanna, why are you still here," a familiar voice suddenly interrupted her thoughts.
She looked up instantly, startled by the abrupt calling, "Steele, you scared me," she sighed. "I was just finishing up some paper work... I'm also waiting for a call."
"It's eight o'clock... don't you think I deserve some precious time with my fiancé," he questioned as he moved closer to her, urging her to stand up.
Lana smiled, feeling the nearness of his sensual breathing on her neck, "Then why are you here? What would your fiancé say if she saw us together?"
"She would congratulate me for seducing the most gorgeous woman in all of France," he chuckled lightly against her ear, twirling her seat towards him.
"Oh, really? I have to meet her one of these days," she wrapped her arms around his neck, drawing her lips close to his.
"I'll arrange that one of these days," he whispered as he moved forward and kissed her.
Their intimacy, however, was interrupted. The phone started ringing, and although Damian didn't hear a thing, Lana heard it loud and clear. She quickly pulled away and went for the phone, "Lana, here... what do you have for me, Fields?"
Her admirer and fiancé became annoyed... no matter what, Lana would never let go of her job, not even for a second or minute of intimacy. He tried to keep their moment going, continuing to lay kisses on her neck as she hung onto the phone.
"What?!" Lana yelled, alarming Damian who backed away somewhat. "Alright... thanks, Fields."
"What's wrong, love," he asked, concerned over seeing her so agitated.
She sighed, finding the news unbelievable, "Nothing... actually, can we continue this later? I'll meet you at home in an hour."
"Lana... what's wrong," he continued to inquire.
"Nothing, let's just meet up later. I need sometime alone... that's all," she reiterated with an aggressive tone.
Damian furrowed his eyebrow, "Fine... just give me a call later, then." Feeling ticked off by her dismissal, he left before he could lash out.
By herself finally, Lana sat down on her chair, gazing out the window. She felt her body overwhelm with anxiety, she felt alive suddenly. Though the news at first nerved and outright infuriated her, now it just made her numb and thrilled at the same time.
Lost in thought for an hour, she was finally retrieved from her daze, "Still here, partner?"
"C.Z.," Lana stirred from her thoughts. "Yes... I was just preparing for the Blythe meeting."
"It didn't seem like it... is something wrong," she asked, finding it peculiar she wasn't actually doing some paperwork.
"I found out who our competitor is," she replied in a solemn tone as she continued to give her back to C.Z., looking towards the sky.
The Brit arched her eyebrows, curious about the news, "Well... don't keep me waiting. Give us a name."
She turned around, biting her lips slightly, she let the words slip, "Lex Luthor."
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So, what do you guys think? Sorry to leave you kind of in a cliff-hanger... not to worry, I will update soon. I hope you enjoyed and please, feel free to review, criticize, rant, compliment... anything you wish;)
Disclaimer: Don't own Smallville.
Angels or Devils
Chapter 8
Lighting a cigarette in the darkness of the deafening silent, the shadowed figure sat alone looking steadily at the starless night through the grand balcony windows. For the content fellow, the night was a transpiration of pure perfection. He congratulated himself for the manner in which his object of affection had behaved... she had rejected her old love, and soon she would forget him completely. Of course congratulations were in order since he was the one who had pushed her over edge. He had to... for the sake of his-
A knock on the door quickly interrupted the quiet solitude of his thoughts. Startled, he curiously went to the door, wondering who would make a house call at three in the morning. He should have expected it... standing before him was the weathered, yet determined and audacious Lex. Arching one eyebrow, the Brit inhaled from his cigarette as he stared the visitor down. He exhaled as he spoke nonchalantly, "May I help you?"
Slightly irritated by Damian's presence, Lex kept his cool with smooth composure, "I'd like to speak to Lana.""
"She's asleep," he replied with stern shortness. "And, I don't intend to wake her, especially for someone who- if I remember correctly- has her 'confused with someone else.'"
Eyeing him with a smirk, he kept his bravado at bay, "Look, I don't know who you are, and frankly, I don't care to find out. I'm here for Lana... and trust me, I don't get confused."
Taking another whiff from his cigarette, Steele chuckled through the smoke clouding in front of Lex rudely. "Unfortunately... well, unfortunate for you... I know exactly who you are," the Englishman divulged with cryptic intentions. "Lana's former and soon-to-be forgotten beau in the flesh. Trust ME, Mr. Luthor, if you're as un-confused as you think you are, you'd leave now and never show your face here again."
Surprised somewhat at his bold aggression, he altered his slightly ajar lips into an amused smile, "Choose your words with caution... you wouldn't want to unintentionally threaten someone who can become your worse enemy."
Damian quickly grew infuriated as he attempted to hold his temper. "You don't scare me, Luthor," he contended with clenched teeth. "I'm not like one of your Smallville townies who stir when they see you coming."
"You don't have to be one to look as cowardly as you do now," Lex simpered. "Now, I suggest you stay out of my way and lose your British bourgeoisie attitude for those who are easily amused."
He had done it now. Steele fumed at his warning as he glared at Lex with equal threatening intentions. Both remained quiet for seconds, waiting for the other to make a move that would justify a physical reaction.
Just then quick steps were heard from behind, leading up to the bathroom. The door was shut immediately as the light went on inside. Unpleasant sounds suddenly urged the two men to investigate the interruption. They both instantly realized it was Lana who had probably gotten her first taste of overindulgence.
Standing next to the door, Steele worriedly inquired, "Are you okay, Lana?!"
Hearing no answer from inside, Lex tried to open the door, but found it was locked, "Lana, is everything under control? Why don't you open the door?"
Still, there was no reply. Seconds passed before the door suddenly opened, and out came a peaked yet somewhat recovered Lana. Looking at her two visitors with bewilderment, she tried to regain her full composure and hope that she wasn't imagining Lex's presence.
"Lana, are you okay," questioned Damian again, seeing that she remained speechless.
Shaking herself from the craziness in her head, she nodded slightly, "Yeah, I feel a little better now." Taking her gaze off her friend, she turned hesitantly to the man she thought was in her past. "Lex," she bit her lip, attempting to gather all her courage and rationality. "What are you doing here?"
Before he could explain his coming, Steele stepped in, "I can kick him out if you want, Lana."
"No," she quickly demanded, hoping to prevent any altercations. Smiling uneasily to cut the tension a little, "There's really no need for that. Actually, can you excuse us... just give us some time to talk."
Glancing at Lex, Steele wanted to ignore her request, especially considering the fact he was there to get her back. "Are you sure," he asked, hoping she would change her answer. To no avail, Lana just nodded, showing she was pretty adamant about her demand. "Alright then, but if you need me, you know where I am."
Damian put his coat on, slowly exiting her apartment as he set his death-ray looks at Lex who just didn't bother to return the stare... he kept his gaze on the reason he was there.
"What are you doing here, Lex," Lana questioned once her friend was out of sight.
Taking a deep breath in, Lex reveled in the thought of having a chance to hold her once again. "Lana, I know that I hurt you deeply, but I have to tell you that I made a mistake. Everything I said that day at the fields was a lie... an attempt to hide behind a veil of fear," he disclosed honestly as he took her hand gently, closing the proximity between them."I'm sorry, Lana... I do love you and there's nothing that can shake that... don't ever believe otherwise." Allowing the silent seconds to pass on, he refused to hold back... he kissed her with all the yearning his heart had acquired from their days apart.
Lana's eyes glimmered with unshed tears, letting his lips completely overtake her pained emotions. Yielding their intimacy, she looked up, "I love you, Lex," her voice wavered. "But, I realized during all the time away from you... that you've always had control of our relationship. You're the one who decided to take my heart when I wore it on my sleeve for you... you're the one who ended it when my heart was still in your hands, urging you to hold on to it... and now, you're the one who wants it back without notice, without consent."
"What are you saying, Lana," he questioned her, hoping she wasn't meaning what she said.
"I'm saying that my love isn't something you just turn off and on whenever you please... I'm saying that I can't trust you with my heart anymore... I'm saying that I'm finally taking control," she admitted using whatever conviction she had left in her.
"Lana, it's not like that...," he insisted, feeling he was losing her again. He held her hand, using his other to wipe the tears that began staining her skin.
Shaking her head softly, she gazed up at Lex... her heart was straining, urging her to listen to it. "Lex, can you honestly promise me you'll never do it again?"
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Two years later...
The months went by like those kind of days that seem to just pass people by without a mere warning or notice. The hours and minutes don't seem to matter anymore when all that appears to be essential is getting by in numbless seconds of work or distractions. And, in few cases, the heart hardens as priorities change into something we never thought could be of importance. Unfortunately, that was the case for Miss Lana Lang, the new partner of C.Z. Fashions. In just a year, she was able to move up the ladder and become one of the company's shrewdest and most intuitive business elites. She had thrown herself into learning all there was about the British designer's company, its weaknesses and strengths, anything that could help her become an expert. And, truly she had transformed into an expert. Lana had even put aside what she liked the most... designing the clothes. She left it behind, rather finding a thrill in making money for the company. She had even left herself behind.
The new Lana, dressed in razor, corporate black suits, used all her feminine wiles and quick-wit to get anything she pleased, including a separation from Luthor Corp. It had been a triumph for both women, yet bittersweet for C.Z. The experienced Englishwoman had noticed the unusual change of her new partner. Lana had gone from a hardworking, modest girl into a conniving, arrogant woman who labeled compassion for the weak. Granted, she was an advantage for the company, but her introverted thoughts left too much to the imagination. C.Z. felt as if this new person could never truly be trusted. And, she could only blame herself. By secretly breaking her and Lex apart, she had dragged Lana into hating the young Luthor. Gradually, C.Z. had seen the transformation... every time the name was mentioned, her eyes would darken and her aura of purity would suddenly shift into unadulterated loathe. It was clear that love had burned her badly... and nothing C.Z. or, even Damian, could do would bring back the Lana that Smallville adored.
Nevertheless, Morgan had somehow managed to persuade herself in celebrating the fact that Lana was a partner who could take the company higher into the ranks. She could also revel in the separation from Luthor Corp., her one and only goal since she had begun her business. Of course, bringing down the dynasty was another end she intended to meet... and with Lana on her side, the dream would finally come to life... that is, if nothing got in the way. Hopefully, their new proposition would not extinguish her aspirations. This would be the ultimate test in loyalty and abilities for Lana.
"C.Z., how are you... and how many times have I asked you not to smoke in my office," out of nowhere appeared Lana, questioning C.Z.'s presence who laid on the plush, black leather sofa. "May I also ask, why you're in my office?"
"My, we seem to be in a sour mood," commented the still smoking partner.
Sighing in irritation of C.Z., Lana sat down to look through some paper work, "I hope you're going somewhere with your false observation."
"No, it was just simply an observation," she smiled wickedly in return as her co-worker rolled her eyes. "I come baring some good and ill news."
Lana's attention was suddenly caught, "Go on... with the good, that is, so I can get out of the way."
"Very well," she inhaled from her cigarette. "The good news is that Mr. Blythe of Elite Destiny has finally agreed to sell his very profitable land in London. And you know very well, darling, that if we are able to get that land, we can at last put Project V into works."
"Oh, I know, C.Z....this would be the expansion that would put us at the very top," Lana agreed as she tried to keep herself from losing her reason. "Now, what about the bad news?"
Taking another whiff from her cigarette, she spoke with all seriousness, "Unfortunately, Mr. Blythe has been exploring his options... in other words, taking different offers from many buyers. Lucky for us, we made an offer that beat out all but one of the competition... of course, that 'one' is our opponent now."
"Who could of possibly offered more than us," Lana inquired in outrage.
"I don't know, but, darling, they only offered hundreds more... that's why our greedy Mr. Blythe wants to see if we'll up our proposal by having both parties meet," she explained.
Lana shook her head in exasperation, "In other words, we have to out bid the buyer... whoever it is. And, why is it we don't know who they are, C.Z.?"
"Mr. Blythe's people wouldn't say. All things are to be kept under wraps," she replied.
"C.Z., sometimes I wonder if you're in the right business," Lana admitted contemptuously. "Nothing in the world of money is kept under wraps." She instantly picked up the phone, "Laura, get me Fields on the line," she demanded as she waited for the connection. "Fields, this is Lana... I need you to get me the name of a second buyer for the Blythe land. You have less than twenty four hours."
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Five hours later...
The night had arrived and Lana was still in her office working diligently for the Blythe meeting two days from now. She wouldn't leave either until Fields's call, she wanted to know who her competitor was so she could prepare for the kill. No death actually... just the thrill of beating out the buyer. It didn't matter that she was stressed out and exhausted from weeks and weeks of work without any real break... all that matter was becoming the best at her art. At first, she had buried herself into school and work to forget the last night Lex and her had seen each other...
"Lex, can you honestly promise me you'll never do it again," she had asked him. "Lex... can you?"
He had gazed at her, seconds passed before he answered....
"Lana...Laanna, why are you still here," a familiar voice suddenly interrupted her thoughts.
She looked up instantly, startled by the abrupt calling, "Steele, you scared me," she sighed. "I was just finishing up some paper work... I'm also waiting for a call."
"It's eight o'clock... don't you think I deserve some precious time with my fiancé," he questioned as he moved closer to her, urging her to stand up.
Lana smiled, feeling the nearness of his sensual breathing on her neck, "Then why are you here? What would your fiancé say if she saw us together?"
"She would congratulate me for seducing the most gorgeous woman in all of France," he chuckled lightly against her ear, twirling her seat towards him.
"Oh, really? I have to meet her one of these days," she wrapped her arms around his neck, drawing her lips close to his.
"I'll arrange that one of these days," he whispered as he moved forward and kissed her.
Their intimacy, however, was interrupted. The phone started ringing, and although Damian didn't hear a thing, Lana heard it loud and clear. She quickly pulled away and went for the phone, "Lana, here... what do you have for me, Fields?"
Her admirer and fiancé became annoyed... no matter what, Lana would never let go of her job, not even for a second or minute of intimacy. He tried to keep their moment going, continuing to lay kisses on her neck as she hung onto the phone.
"What?!" Lana yelled, alarming Damian who backed away somewhat. "Alright... thanks, Fields."
"What's wrong, love," he asked, concerned over seeing her so agitated.
She sighed, finding the news unbelievable, "Nothing... actually, can we continue this later? I'll meet you at home in an hour."
"Lana... what's wrong," he continued to inquire.
"Nothing, let's just meet up later. I need sometime alone... that's all," she reiterated with an aggressive tone.
Damian furrowed his eyebrow, "Fine... just give me a call later, then." Feeling ticked off by her dismissal, he left before he could lash out.
By herself finally, Lana sat down on her chair, gazing out the window. She felt her body overwhelm with anxiety, she felt alive suddenly. Though the news at first nerved and outright infuriated her, now it just made her numb and thrilled at the same time.
Lost in thought for an hour, she was finally retrieved from her daze, "Still here, partner?"
"C.Z.," Lana stirred from her thoughts. "Yes... I was just preparing for the Blythe meeting."
"It didn't seem like it... is something wrong," she asked, finding it peculiar she wasn't actually doing some paperwork.
"I found out who our competitor is," she replied in a solemn tone as she continued to give her back to C.Z., looking towards the sky.
The Brit arched her eyebrows, curious about the news, "Well... don't keep me waiting. Give us a name."
She turned around, biting her lips slightly, she let the words slip, "Lex Luthor."
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So, what do you guys think? Sorry to leave you kind of in a cliff-hanger... not to worry, I will update soon. I hope you enjoyed and please, feel free to review, criticize, rant, compliment... anything you wish;)
