The computer screens was scrolling through information and there were papers scattered all over his desk but Lionel Luthor really wasn't seeing any of it. Part of that was because he was half turned away from his desk, looking out the windows that overlooked Metropolis. His city
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The man was charming, that much could not be denied. And though he was a genius, he wasn't insufferable about it, unlike some other chess grandmasters she could mention. It had been so refreshing to work with a man who appreciated her, not just for what she could bring to the table but also as a person that she'd allowed herself to be swayed into doing some of the more delicate negotiations.
And so here she was now, meeting the great and terrible Lionel Luthor himself. She had no illusions that this was to be a simple delivery - far from it. He wanted to see what she was made of and she was more than willing to meet that challenge.
She had faced down CIA and Soviet agents - how could he be any worse?
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Before Florence could come in the door, Lionel stood up, straightened his suit coat and turned again to the window with his arms crossed, giving the image of an king surveying his kingdom. It was an image that stuck in the mind of his competitors and gave him an edge.
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It was all about power and the expression of it. She knew the game well and so she patiently stood a few feet from the desk, files in hand. When he finally deigned to turn around and acknowledge her, he would find her completely calm and unruffled.
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"Ms. Vassey." Lionel said more to Metropolis then to the person he was addressing and he still waited a moment before turning around with a pleasant, yet professional curl of his lips that couldn't decided if it was a smile or a smirk. "It is a pleasure to finally meet you. Your reputation is quite impressive."
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