Hey everyone! Sorry for the long delay. I wish I had a good reason for it, but… I was really just lazy. Sorry! Anyways, thank you to all of you who left reviews, I really appreciate it! This isn't a super long chapter, so I apologize in advance. I've been doing a lot of brainstorming about the plot for this fic, so I'm just trying smooth out a few last details and then I can hopefully start making some real progress in getting this written.
Also, I realized I completely forgot the disclaimer last time. You all know the drill, I'm sure. I don't own Supergirl or any of its characters (if I did, SuperCorp would have been canon a long time ago, believe me). This is purely for my own entertainment.
So without further commentary…
Lena glanced at the time on her phone yet again, then looked around at the café with impatience. The baristas were running a bit behind today, not that she could blame them. The usually quiet coffee shop was bustling with patrons. National City was playing host to a prestigious tech fair later that week, drawing countless visitors from all over. Regardless of the chaos of the shop, Lena had a meeting to get to before 10, and she couldn't afford to be late. She was meeting with some potential investors for a new project she was hoping to start, and with one of her investors pulling out of the deal just before the project was scheduled to begin, Lena needed her meeting to go smoothly.
"One iced coffee for Lena," a barista called out over the din, startling her from her thoughts. She slid her phone into her purse and grabbed her drink, her heels clicking on the pavement as she exited the shop and strode across the street to LCorp. Just as she pulled on the glass door opening into the main floor of her company, her phone rang. Lena reached into her bag and grabbed her cell, holding it to her ear as she gave a friendly nod to the secretary sitting at the front desk.
"Hello?"
"Ms. Luthor," a silky voice replied, "I have something that you may be interested in." Lena's brow creased in confusion, and she opened her mouth to reply when a ding notified her of an incoming text. She looked down at her phone, and instantly her eyes went wide with alarm. A picture of Kara, bound and unconscious, stared back at her.
"What do you want," she asked the unidentified voice, her tone cold and flat.
"Abandon your newest endeavour. Scrap the project and destroy the plans. Do as I say, or your friend will suffer the consequences." The call abruptly ended, leaving Lena standing in the hallway in shock. She swore under her breath, then turned sharply and stalked out of the building, a look of cold rage sharp in her eyes. Whoever was behind this ploy would pay.
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