11.

George Mack was going down the hallway in the LuthorCorp plant when he heard his boss' voice call him. "Mr. Mack, may I have a word with you in my office?"

"Sure thing, Mr. Luthor." He said turning around to meet the eyes of the younger Luthor.

"Please. Call me Lex."

"Sure thing Mr. - Lex." He smiled.

"Shall we." He motioned towards his office. George nodded eagerly. He wanted to get on his boss' good side, he had been on Danielle Atron's good side for the better part of fifteen years, he wanted to keep his record with the Luthor heir.

Lex eyed the man entering his office carefully. He had suspected that this gentleman could hold the secret to the glowing meteor rocks. George Mack had been highly recommended from Danielle Atron, herself, and Lex was willing to use al of the resources that he now possessed to discover what exactly the rocks could be used for. That was his main goal. His ulterior motive, as Chloe would call it.

"Do you know why I hired you, George?"

"Danielle said something about my GC-161 research project, and a small project that you were planning."

"That is exactly it. George, first let me make one thing clear." Lex said, sitting down in his chair. "You are under my command. No matter what my father, or anybody else says, you work for me." Mack nodded. "Now, as long as we're clear, do you have any children?"

"Wha- Yes. Annie, and Alex." He smiled.

"Alex. Is she about this high, long, blonde hair."

"That's her." His eyes narrowed slightly. "She didn't do anything did she?"

Lex chuckled. "No, no. She's becoming friends with Gabe Sullivan's daughter. And Clark Kent."

"Kent?"

"Your neighbours." Lex said nonchalantly while looking over George Mack's list of previous projects.

"We're having dinner with them tonight." He said smiling.

"That should be interesting then." 'What with Clark's new singe-hood, and all.' Lex thought with a smirk.

"What makes you say that." George asked looking at him curiously.

"Just a hunch. George you may go. Your office has the information that you will need to start the project. I'll contact you if I have anymore questions."

George nodded. "Thank you again, Mr - Lex."

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"Alex! You can't wear that to dinner!" Barbara Mack scolded Alex sternly.

"But Mom! They're just jeans."

"Where's that dress that I bought you for Annie's grad?"

"It's ... uh ... somewhere?"

"Find it! I'm letting you make a bad impression of us to our hosts." She laughed as Alex scurried up the stairs. "Sometimes I wonder if she hears me when I talk." She mumbled to herself.

"I heard that!" Alex yelled down the stairs.

Alex was rummaging through her suitcases. Her mother had forced her to put the hideously floral dress into her suitcase, not the garage sale bags. It was a pale peach coloured. Firstly. Alex despised any colour of pink, or peach, but her mother had insisted. There were a pale gold coloured roses along bottom. Alex thought that it was the ugliest dress she had ever seen. Sure, it hugged her body nicely, but she wasn't the type of girl to show off that much leg.

She found the matching sandals that were discarded after Annie's grad, and never looked at or worn again. Give her a pair of worn in skater shoes any day, not high heeled pain in the ass shoes. It's not like she needs the height boost.

'If you want to be kissing Clark you might.' A little voice peeped up in her head. Strangely enough she recognized the voice as that of Annie.

"Kissing Clark." She mumbled, as she glided the Cherry Chap-stick across her lips. "What will I think of next?" The dress floated in mid air in front of her. "Stupid dress." She mumbled as she changed into the dress. 'Wonder who the neighbours are.'

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Clark was in his room. Alex was coming to his house for dinner. He was officially freaking out now. There was something about that girl that was drawing him to her. She was special or something. And she was hot. He blushed slightly. 'Right, we've figured this out already Clark. Take a deep breath. You know you can do it.'

"I can't." He spoke to himself as he checked his reflection again.

'She's here.'

"Oh God."

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"What can I do for you?" Lionel Luthor asked the girl cautiously. She could very well be a spy. Or the saving grace he needed to get to Clark Kent.

"I think you know why I'm here."

"I think you should be a little clearer. Miss Lang. Do you have any idea who you are dealing with?"

"The Lionel Luthor?" She smiled mischievously.