Chloe was busy at her computer at the Daily Planet. She was trying to find out any information on the CIA agent that the Luthors have hired to spy on Clark. But she found nothing. No secret project, no special persons list. Nothing.
In frustration she sighed and began to slowly massage her temples, as she closed her eyes.
She let out a surprised yelp when she felt someone's hands on her shoulders. She relaxed however, when the hands of the stranger started to massage her shoulders, before lowering themselves onto her back.
"So how's my girl?" Asked Jimmy.
"Stressed out, frustrated and – yeah that feels good." She said as she turned to face Jimmy in her chair.
"So what ya workin on?" he asked.
"Lois just asked for my help to research Lex's latest project. But I've had no such luck. There are no scheduled meetings, no recently added mysterious projects. He must have whatever it is he's working on all on hard-copy, because there's nothing on his computer." She let out a frustrated sigh of defeat.
"I know just what you need," Jimmy said as he inched closer to her face and kissed her softly.
Their lips stayed entwined for a while before they were both startled by the clearing of someone's throat.
As they both jumped back and looked to see who the culprit was, the found Clark sitting on a nearby desk with a smug expression on his face.
"Aren't you two still on the clock?"
"Hey C.K." Jimmy said, looking very flushed and embarrassed. Turning to face Chloe, "I'll see you at lunch?"
She nodded her head as she watched her boyfriend walk away. She sat back down at her desk, too embarrassed to face Clark, and her smile still as bright as it was only a few moments ago.
Sliding off the desk he walked over to her and stood by her side. "It's good to see you this happy Chloe."
"Thanks Clark, but we both know that you didn't come all the way down here just to comment on my happiness, so what's the real reason you're here?"
"Actually I wanted to ask you if you could pull up any details on Cevin Klein, see if he has any skeleton's in the closet?"
"Which one?"
He looked at her with a puzzled expression on his face.
"Clark the name Kevin Klein is very popular in the U.S. so I'm afraid that you're gonna have to be a little more specific. Did you mean Kevin Klein the actor, the hockey player…"
"The billionaire!"
With a confused expression on her face she did as she was told.
"Ah, here we go, apparently billionaire Kevin Klein spells his name with a C, not K. Okay biography. That's strange there's only a short paragraph."
"What does it say?" he asked.
"Not much really, the mysterious founder and CEO of El-Flower shops, refuses to make public appearances and attend any charity balls or dinners. Only ever appearing at three fundraising dinner hosted by Wayne Enterprises and Queen Industries. Only Mr. Wayne and Mr. Queen, along with the employees of his company know what he looks like. Tends to keep a low-profile, driving an average car (details of which are unknown) and resides in one of the pent-houses in a hotel building in Washington, owned by Queen Industries."
"What? That's it?"
"I told you it doesn't say much. Why the sudden interest in this guy anyway."
Looking at his watch he realized that he'd better hurry-back home to meet Cevin, "No reason, I'll see you around Chloe." And with that he walked out of the office and super-sped home.