Title: Political Maneuverings
Author: Gaeriel Mallory
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and DC Comics owns them.
Note: Written in response to TTH's Fic-for-all #8 Cordelia/Lex Luthor.
Feedback: Yes, please.
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Cordelia studied the man from across the room. Bald, dressed in a very expensive suit. A charming smile, a politician's smile that looked great plastered across television sets across America. Downing the rest of her drink in one gulp, she placed her glass on a passing waiter's tray and smoothed her evening gown. "Let's see what secrets you're hiding," she murmured.
Sauntering across the room, she smiled enchantingly at the president and held out her hand. "An honor to meet you, Mr. President," she said. "I'm a great fan of all that you've done for our country."
Lex Luthor inclined his head in acknowledgement and took her hand. "It always warms my heart to meet a supporter. Miss--?"
"Chase." She responded, releasing his hand. "Cordelia Chase."
He smiled that winning smile. "A pleasure, Miss Chase. I would talk longer but I'm afraid that I must speak with the governor."
Cordelia exited the hotel where the reception was being held, pulling her coat tighter around her to ward off the chill. Glancing at the ring on her right hand, she grimaced and pulled out her cell phone. Dialing a number, she held it to her ear and waited for the person on the other end to pick up. "Angel? No go, I'm afraid. The ring didn't turn red even a little bit. You sure your friend Clark can handle everything? He may not be a demon but he's still evil, and a politician at that. You sure we can't make an exception to the 'we don't kill humans' rule?"
She listened to Angel's response and sighed. "No? Damn. And I didn't even vote for him, either."
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