Part 11
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She had thought Kent might send her a thank-you note.
She hadn’t expected him to show up at her office to try and pay her back. She really hadn’t expected him to actually make it past Mercy into her office.
“I really have to pay you back,” he pleaded, almost begged.
She looked at her watch.
“You really came all this way, just to pay me back because I paid for the tuxedo I ruined?”
“Yes. I mean-you didn’t ruin it. I should pay for it.”
“How much was it?”
He pulled out his checkbook and opened it. He had apparently already written out the check. He ripped it out and handed it to her.
She looked it over and raised her brow. “You sign a check for $300 before you’re ready to hand it over?” Lex always signed her checks at the last possible minute-some habits from Suicide Slum would never leave her.
He opened his mouth to say something, but she cut him off. “Do you know, Mr. Kent, how much money I made last year?”
“$130 million,” he answered. “If you count stock options.”
“$131,332,234.52, to be exact,” she corrected him. “I work, on average, twelve hours a day, every day, except for the fourteen days the board forces me to take a vacation; given that last year was a leap year, that means I’m paid, approximately $518.20 a minute, which means that the five minutes I’ve now spent talking to you have cost me and my company $2,590.99. Rather a bad deal for a $300 check to pay for a tuxedo jacket I smeared makeup on, don’t you think?”
She offered the check back to him. He shifted uncomfortably. At first he didn’t move. He just looked at her. She looked back at him. She didn’t move either.
Lex Luthor was not the first to blink.
Finally, after another couple thousand dollars-worth of Lex’s time, he sighed in defeat and reached over for the check.
She didn’t let it go.
“Although,” she said, “Now that I think of it, $300 could buy a rather nice dinner for two.”
“Ms. Luthor-
“Call me Lex.”
“Lex, I… I can’t.”
“Clark Kent, you have just wasted twelve minutes of my time. That’s $6,218.38. I’d say buying me dinner is the least you could do.”
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“Clark, I’m so sorry, a meeting came up, can we reschedule for an hour later?”
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“Clark, I’m exhausted, do you want to just order in?”
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“Clark, I don’t feel like dealing with the paparazzi tonight, do you want to just do a picnic on the roof of LexCorp tower? It’s a sight unlike any you’ve ever seen.”
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“You know, Clark, I’m a woman of many skills. I’m actually a pretty good cook.”
“Lex Luthor, a good cook? I don’t believe it.”
“I’ll prove it to you. Come over to my place, and I’ll cook dinner for you.”
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