She is the center of attention, and for some reason, she thrives on it. Eyes remain on her and Sakura places a soft, caring smile on her lips. She let a glint of kindness shine in her eyes and benevolence radiate off her skin. She is a wolf in sheep's clothing because she has a feeling that's what Kal needs her to be. She will get on the good side of every person that she can for Kal's best interests.

The kunoichi scans the room trying to figure out who to approach first. Her gaze falls on a man who watches her steadily. He is a handsome devil and obviously well made. His shoulders were broad, and there is a woman on both sides of him. One of them giggles at something he says, however, Sakura finds it odd that it doesn't bother the women that he is not looking at them. Something about him feels cold to Sakura and it intrigues her slightly. However, Sakura doesn't think it wise to let him be the first person she approaches. It would be unseemly for her, as a married woman, to go to the side of the second most handsome man she spots in the room.

Instead, Sakura lets her gaze roam the area again, and she sees what she presumes to be a kind older man. She later learns that very few people in association with Kal could be assigned the adjective 'kind.'

He is nicely dressed in a dark gray suit with a blue striped tie. He immediately notices when she heads his way, so Sakura keeps a small polite smile on her face.

When she reaches his side, her eyes dart around to the people at the table surveying them. The table is round and at it sits a younger man, slight of frame with beady eyes. He sits at the left side of the older gentlemen. Next to him is a woman with wild red curls whose breasts are a step beyond impressive. And There is one remaining man at the table. His attention is on her and yet Sakura could tell it is on everyone in the room as well. He looks like he has the potential to be dangerous.

Sakura turns to the older man and smiles extending her hand. "Hello, I'm Sakura-El."

:::

Clark clears his throat which made Sakura pause and study him sensing he had a question.

"Are you implying that you knew Enrico Inzerillo before he was murdered?"

"Of course I did. Back then the media implicated that Kal just killed a random mob boss to take over his territory, which was the furthest thing from the truth, and used me as an excuse to do it. Every territory was Kal's territory. He just let his underlings run it. Kal knew Inzerillo very well, and we had met on several occasions throughout the years."

"Then why did Kal-El kill him?"

"That was the one the thing that the media got right. Kal did kill him because he touched me, but it was a little more involved than that."

A foreboding cloud looms over Clark's head. He doesn't like the way this is going. He feels his eyes close, and he can clearly see a vision in his mind.

:::

Sakura's disappearance lingers entirely too long. Kal feels his eye twitch at the lack of her presence. He knows she hates these meeting yet he always forces her to attend. He never allows her to speak during them, but Sakura has a very keen mind and everything she observes she reports back to him. It has helped him immensely in the past, and that was why he requires she stay even if he has her pretend to be a brainless twit while she is there.

He knows she hates that, but Kal is big on deception. And the less his frenemies know about him and his wife the better. Not to mention that Sakura is scarily adept at acquiring information. He never asks her how that is, but he knows that is the case.

When she appears once more, he notes that her countenance is pale. Something is worrying her. Kal finds that he does not like being uninformed as to what it is. He is tempted to dismiss them all to tend to her, but he does not.

Kal-El does not note that the old Enrico Inzerillo returns to the room about ten minutes after Sakura's return.

"Mr. Kent I think I mentioned to you before that I was embroiled in a world where women that were not in positions of power were not very respected. Most people assumed that Kal's interest in me lay in what was between my thighs."

Clark flinches before he can stop himself. "But he wasn't."

Sakura smiles with a lascivious twinkle in her eye. "Oh he very much was, it just wasn't the only thing that he was interested in."

And then Clark becomes extremely uncomfortable because her eyes glaze over and he is certain she is reliving a rather…lusty memory of her time spent with her husband. He has a hard time not responding to it.

When Sakura sits down at Kal's side her back is ramrod straight, and she clasps her hands in her lap before she crosses her feet at the ankle. Kal couldn't ever recall Sakura holding herself like that, and he knows that something is bothering her.

Is someone about to betray him?

An odd thing about Sakura that Kal-El notices is that when he speaks in tones that no one else could discern Sakura can always hear. So in Kryptonian Kal asks his wife softly, "what's wrong?"

Sakura gives him a tremulous smile and responds in kind, "I'm fine Kal. Let's just finish the meeting."

Kal did not immediately think there is something wrong with her specifically and now he knows there is. He is also aware that she is lying to him and now he is angry.

"You will tell me what happened and you will tell me now." He utters with a calm deadly force that Sakura usually responds to. With a sigh, Sakura rises to her feet and this time, without a word explanation to the other three men in the room Kal follows.

They enter the kitchen where Sakura turns and faces him. She folds her arms across her chest, and Kal could see that her rage is barely held in check. He doesn't like her shifting emotions.

"Tell me."

She shifts slightly and says, "Kal, you know I'm not from this world."

"It was a reasonable conclusion given that the government had captured you." She stares at him for a long moment. "It doesn't bother me Sakura if that's what you're asking. I'm not from this planet either."

"And if you had the chance to go home-"

"I don't. My planet died shortly after my birth."

Sakura flinches at his words but does not remark upon them. "But if you did—"

"You don't get to leave me Sakura, ever."

His statement is cold, and he watches as Sakura rolls her eyes. She waves off his words as if they were ridiculous. "No one's talking about leaving you Kal. Not ever." Her reassurance eases the knot that he notices is forming in his chest. "What I'm saying is if you had a way to go back, would you?"

"No." His answer is immediate, and he sees Sakura's lips curl in response.

"Me either, but—"

"There is no but Sakura." He isn't going to listen to this. Sakura stomps her foot in annoyance, and Kal feels his lips quirk upward.

"Kal-El!"

"What does this have to do with why you're upset?"

Sakura looks down quietly. "One of your associates has obtained information about me and my people. He claims he knows how to get me home."

Kal raises a brow. "You're not going."

"We've already established that. It doesn't mean that I don't want to at the very least send word that I'm alive and well." Kal is unmoved.

"And what was the price of this information that he dangled before you?"

Sakura worries her bottom lip and says, "Now, Kal you're not going to like this, and I don't want you to overreact."

Sakura's skin loses its pallor, and Kal found himself getting angry just on principle alone.

"Speak woman."

"Sexual favors."

A wave of rage washes over Clark. Anger that likes of which he had never known. And Clark knows that this isn't the end of it.

"I talked him down that day. Because Inzerillo was one of Kal's biggest and best mobsters. His tactics were very orderly and controlled, and we profited a lot because of his management. Weapons, drugs, medicine. Almost everything came through Inzerillo, and I honestly didn't want Kal to lose him because the man was also an old idiot."

Clark opens his mouth to reply but found that nothing he could say would be the right thing, so he clamps his mouth shut and let Kal-El's widow continue.