The Odd Couple 9.1
I stuffed the turkey, then the turkey stuffed me!!!
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He didn’t bring his briefcase or lab top with him to the meeting with Amelia. Whatever they were going to discuss would be under the table agreements that neither party wanted the public or their shareholders to know about. Though Lex guessed his reasons were more based on the fact he did not want large LuthorCorp investors to start jumping out the windows of sky rises in case they feared the worst was true.
Influx was one of the big five restaurants in Metropolis that were so exclusive even famous celebrities had trouble getting in. It was perfect for a quiet dinner meeting without cameras or nosey reporters wire tapping the salt shakers.
He walked through the huge oak doors without incident.
“Mr. Luthor. Please, follow me.” The host led him across the candle lit room out to a secluded corner.
There, lounging on a roman fainting couch, he found one of the most bloodthirsty businesswomen in the world.
There was a low table with two glasses full of wine.
He felt an unexpected stab of shock as he saw her in person.
Her red hair was a bit curlier, her eyes a little brighter blue, and her face a shade more pointed, but she was beautiful. And she looked like she could be a sister to his own mother. Her clothing was also the purple lilac that his mother also favored, delicate flowers whirling merrily in the wind.
“Hello, Lex.” She held out a hand.
Lex felt strangely reluctant to shake it, but did.
“Amelia.”
He sat more stringent on his couch.
“I’ve heard much about the Son of Metropolis.” High class European accent, but he couldn’t place the nationality.
“Most of it isn’t exaggerated enough, I can assure you.”
She laughed, and her voice was like a ghost from the past.
Lex had to concentrate or she was going to throw him off of his game. And that was probably what she was after. This was a game of nerves of steel, and who was going to make the other back off would get the meat of the prize in the end.
He watched her quietly and tried to read behind the careless mask she wore. It would not work, and he found his curiosity and worry rise a notch.
“Please, relax a bit more. The Bordeaux 1850 Chateau Lafite isn’t my favorite, but it was the closest I could get to a decent drink in the place. I refuse to drink alcohol less then a hundred years old.”
She was a little more haughty than Lillian, to be sure.
“Forgive me for not being more loquacious, but we have an empire to discuss.”
She sighed and took a sip, wincing slightly at the bitter taste.
“A bad year. Now, where shall we start?”
“What are your intentions for Luthor Corp?”
If she didn’t mind skipping the hour of complete bullshit formalities and posturing, neither did he. It was rather refreshing to say the least. Wining and dining clients had been tiresome even before he had Clark to look up to, other than some contract binding sex. If this dinner went so quickly he could be back in time for the end of their usual Thursday night lineup.
But her words snapped his mind out the picture of them snuggling on the couch.
“To rule it, of course. With you by my side.”
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He didn’t bring his briefcase or lab top with him to the meeting with Amelia. Whatever they were going to discuss would be under the table agreements that neither party wanted the public or their shareholders to know about. Though Lex guessed his reasons were more based on the fact he did not want large LuthorCorp investors to start jumping out the windows of sky rises in case they feared the worst was true.
Influx was one of the big five restaurants in Metropolis that were so exclusive even famous celebrities had trouble getting in. It was perfect for a quiet dinner meeting without cameras or nosey reporters wire tapping the salt shakers.
He walked through the huge oak doors without incident.
“Mr. Luthor. Please, follow me.” The host led him across the candle lit room out to a secluded corner.
There, lounging on a roman fainting couch, he found one of the most bloodthirsty businesswomen in the world.
There was a low table with two glasses full of wine.
He felt an unexpected stab of shock as he saw her in person.
Her red hair was a bit curlier, her eyes a little brighter blue, and her face a shade more pointed, but she was beautiful. And she looked like she could be a sister to his own mother. Her clothing was also the purple lilac that his mother also favored, delicate flowers whirling merrily in the wind.
“Hello, Lex.” She held out a hand.
Lex felt strangely reluctant to shake it, but did.
“Amelia.”
He sat more stringent on his couch.
“I’ve heard much about the Son of Metropolis.” High class European accent, but he couldn’t place the nationality.
“Most of it isn’t exaggerated enough, I can assure you.”
She laughed, and her voice was like a ghost from the past.
Lex had to concentrate or she was going to throw him off of his game. And that was probably what she was after. This was a game of nerves of steel, and who was going to make the other back off would get the meat of the prize in the end.
He watched her quietly and tried to read behind the careless mask she wore. It would not work, and he found his curiosity and worry rise a notch.
“Please, relax a bit more. The Bordeaux 1850 Chateau Lafite isn’t my favorite, but it was the closest I could get to a decent drink in the place. I refuse to drink alcohol less then a hundred years old.”
She was a little more haughty than Lillian, to be sure.
“Forgive me for not being more loquacious, but we have an empire to discuss.”
She sighed and took a sip, wincing slightly at the bitter taste.
“A bad year. Now, where shall we start?”
“What are your intentions for Luthor Corp?”
If she didn’t mind skipping the hour of complete bullshit formalities and posturing, neither did he. It was rather refreshing to say the least. Wining and dining clients had been tiresome even before he had Clark to look up to, other than some contract binding sex. If this dinner went so quickly he could be back in time for the end of their usual Thursday night lineup.
But her words snapped his mind out the picture of them snuggling on the couch.
“To rule it, of course. With you by my side.”
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