Vivian walked into Lex's office to find him sitting at the desk. He had his lips pressed together and his soft blue eyes had spikes of rage. "Is your dad okay?" she asked. "He'll be fine." Lex said. "Why are you looking at me like that?" she asked walking to the edge of his desk. "He says that you attacked him." Lex said. "That's ridiculous why would I attack Lionel?" She replied with anger. "I don't know. But he says it was you." Lex got up and walked to the bar. "I was with you last night." She protested. "But you were gone when I woke up." Lex said pouring himself a scotch. "I was getting coffee you can ask Lana." Vivian argued. Lex drank his scotch straight and slammed the glass on the bar. "You don't believe me." She said with anger. "I don't know what to believe Vivian." He said. She shook her head in anger and walked out the double doors. "Damn it." Lex said with anger. He poured another glass and drank it straight down. Walking to his desk he pushed the call button. "Someone bring me the security tapes from the manor immediately." Lex said. "Yes sir." He sat in his chair and rocked back and forth thinking to himself. His father's exact words were "Vivian did this" but Vivian was right, she'd been with him all night. Lex's eyes fell on the envelope his father had given him the last time he'd saw him. He pulled open the top and dumped the contents. A cd labeled Jewelers fell out and landed on the desk. He slipped it into his computer and watched as a woman clad in leather appeared on screen. She was beautiful. Lex watched as she smashed open all the glass windows with a bullwhip before reaching in and stealing what appeared to be a necklace. Then the tape ended. Lex looked at the last frame of the woman's masked face trying to figure out what his father gave him this for. Lex rubbed his forehead as a man walked in. "The tapes sir." He said. "Thank you." Lex replied as the man set them down on his desk. Lex took one of the cds and put it in his computer as the man left. Lex watched his bedroom steps in fast forward waiting to see Vivian walk down them. Seeing her finally he paused it and looked at the time stamp; 7:15 am. He grumbled to himself and closed the program. Picking up his phone he dialed Vivian's number. She didn't pick up. "Vivian I'm sorry." He said to the machine. "I checked the tapes, call me okay." He hung up the phone and let it rest on the desk as he got up to pour another scotch.