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write-it-good-imagines · 19 days ago

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Every Rule Has An Exception - 2

Hello cuties! Happy belated birthday to King Jackson! So, maybe you remember I posted another Every Rule Has An Exception piece? I thought I'd follow up on it and, who knows, gradually turn it into a series? For now, I'll let you enjoy this snippet of mine <3

±5k words, romance, fluff , jackson

“Okay, sounds good. We’ll keep in touch! Bye, bye!”

Jo let out a groan, returning to her usual speaking voice. She locked her laptop to sit up and stretch her body, the chilly air of the late morning breezing through the open window. Her 8AM meeting lasted for an hour and a half, and her stomach was begging for its delayed breakfast. Jo had not had the chance to grab groceries since she’d settled in Seoul, and she opted to order a Korean-specific, nourishing meal to fuel up.

Surprisingly, Jo did not feel as tired as she had expected to be, after Mark’s birthday party. Sure, the soreness in her feet was still there from the day before, yet the energy was up, despite sleeping a little more than 4 hours. She picked up her phone to call Samantha and thank her for the invitation. The event was a great success, and Jo had a very good time.

Partly, the success was owned to Jackson. Mostly, Jackson.

“Hey, girl! I wasn’t expecting you to pick up.”

Samantha giggled on Jo’s screen and untied the medical bonnet on her head. “Morning, my favorite businesswoman! I shouldn’t have, but I finished my surgery early. Everything went well, so no major surprises. How are you?”

Jo picked up the other’s cheerful tone. “Did you mean to ask how last night was?”

“You caught me red handed, didn’t you?”

“You’re an open book at this point, Sam.”

Jo seated herself back into the office chair, checking for unread emails. “We didn’t do anything. As a matter of fact, he never entered the house.”

“And you want me to believe you?”

Samantha’s unimpressed expression was an indicator that she did not, in fact, believe her friend.

“Go on, as Mark to talk to Jackson. We parted like two mature adults. I even gave his loafers back.”

Samantha was silent for a while. She grabbed her medical coat and headed to her office to have some privacy.

“But?”

“I’m supposed to meet him later today.” Jo turned her attention to her friend. “But hold your horses, it’s not a date. He said he looked up my firm and he wants to discuss a collaboration on a Team Wang initiative.”

“Thank you, Jackson, really. You didn’t have to bother to bring me home. I could have handled that myself.”

Jackson handed Jo her belongings, which he was very adamant to carry until they reached her house. “What kind of man would I be to leave a woman, again, to go home alone at night?”

Jo chuckled. She took out the keys from her purse. “I wouldn’t have seen you for less of a man if you did.” The door lock clicked. “Would you like to come inside? Luckily, it’s still tidy since I didn’t get to unpack everything.”

Jo wouldn’t have thought her question sounded like a sexual proposition of any sort. She wanted to be polite and repay Jackson’s kind gesture, in case he wanted to gather his breath for a moment or two. She couldn’t read Jackson’s reaction entirely.

“Oh no, I couldn’t,” he shook his hands in the air. “And I have to get back to the boys anyway.”

Jo pushed the door open to place her belongings on a nearby stool and hurriedly grabbed a pair of flip-flops. “Just a second, I’ll grab a bag for the shoes.”

“Please, you can keep them.”

Jo ignored his last response and grabbed a plastic bag lying around from one of her unpacking sessions. “If I want to invite you to my house again, I wouldn’t want it to be over a pair of lost loafers.”

Jackson laughed, although masking an amazed look. He was forced to accept.

“I mean, like you said, isn’t this as good a reason as any?”

Jackson shrugged his shoulders at Jo’s inquiry, keeping a bright smile on his lips. “I deserve that, I admit. I wanted to ask you something, actually.”

“Oh?” Jo folded her arms over the chest. She was, admittedly, intrigued. “Sure, anything.”

“After we had dinner, you know, couple of days ago, I searched your company online. I took a look at your product and services and your vision aligns well with an initiative we’d like to do at Team Wang. So, I wanted to ask if you’d like to talk a bit about that.”

Out of all the possible questions he could have asked, that was not even on the list of what Jo expected. She was positively impressed, nonetheless.

“A partnership with us? Don’t mind me asking, but what piqued your interest in our activity?”

“Look, I’ll be honest, okay? You did, and I’m not saying this just because. The way you spoke about your firm, about your dreams and the sacrifices you had to make to achieve it, it just clicked with me.”

Jo was at a loss for words. It hadn’t happened in a while, to be dazzled by another person, even though, ironically, it seemed like she had known Jackson for a lifetime. She had to be reminded that the public lens was not a good means to judge anyone.

“And I hoped you’d hear me out. Maybe become partners.”

There was that little something that made Jo feel attracted to him. A chance to know Jackson for who he truly was.

“No kiss goodbye then?”

Jackson was bewildered. Jo laughed and continued.

“I am kidding, of course. I am happy to hear that feedback, and I would love to sit down with you. I have some time tomorrow evening if you’d like.”

“To hell with the professional businesswoman,” Samantha sighed. “I won’t pretend to know him too well, but I do hope you didn’t blow it.”

“Blow what? Sam, there’s not a tangible possibility of a something, even though I admit I like him. Who in their right mind doesn’t like Jackson? Let’s be honest, I am everywhere all the time, he’s everywhere all the time, the most promising prospect would be to have a one-night and fly out the next morning.”

“Again, I’m not pretending to know him; I’m just saying that some things you just feel. He looked like he could have eaten you out at any moment last night.”

Jo rolled her eyes. The doorbell ringing had her get up. “Firstly, who wouldn’t? Secondly, all the planet knows Jackson is touchy-flirty with everyone he meets. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves here.”

Jackson thanked the coffee shop employee and grabbed his tall cappuccino on the way back to the table. Jinyoung was still silently laughing, and Mark couldn’t believe his ears.

“Man, she was flirting to your face! What else should she have done?”

“I don’t know man! It’s been a while since I had any romantic encounter.”

“I wouldn’t call that a romantic encounter,” Jinyoung said, still chuckling to himself. “That was a crumb you stepped on with your foot.”

“Jackson, I can’t recognize you! Out of all of us, you are the affectionate one. And you left with a bow?”

Jackson sighed and cupped his hands at his nape in an exasperated manner. “Please cut me some slack, would you? How was I supposed to know if she was joking or not?” he then swiftly leaned against the table, closer to the other men. “Let’s say I would’ve gone in to kiss her and she didn’t want to be kissed. How would I have redeemed myself? If ever?”

“So, you do like her,” Jinyoung taunted, taking the first sip of his matcha.

“Whenever did I say I don’t?!”

A heartfelt fit of laughter broke out in the coffee shop. Jackson would have liked it more if it wasn’t him in the center of attention.

“It’s true, I guess.” Mark shrugged his shoulders, “Now you know what I was going through when you two were lecturing me about Sam.”

“It was a slightly different situation, hyung,” Jinyoung commented and earned a playful glare from the other. “Jackson really has the whole highway to take off.”

“I wish I could pilot myself into her heart.”

Another fit of laughter.

“It’s just, you know, I’m never around, and I truly hate these situations. We have a good thing for a while, and then I’m flying out tomorrow.”

“You can’t keep using this excuse forever, Jackson,” Mark cut his speech off. “We’re all mature adults here with careers to take care of. Same for me and Sam, same for you and Jo.”

“Mark, you two are literally a couple.”

“And what stops you to not be a couple with Jo?!”

“Ah, hyung, but you know, they’re doing professional partnerships now. Is this what you call it nowadays?”

Jinyoung had a knack for adding gasoline to the fire. He was not apologetic for that.

Jackson breathed defeatedly. “Does it bring you joy to make fun of me?”

“You have absolutely no excuse. None. Zero. We knew from the very moment she walked backstage that you’d do anything to impress her. Good thing Bambam didn’t go in before you did.”

“Oh, true,” Jinyoung completed Mark, “I think Jaebum hyung saw the wink situation on stage, and he lost his cool altogether.”

Jackson’s coffee started getting cold. The more he spoke, the colder his mouth felt, too. In hindsight, there was nothing he could lose and everything he could gain.

“Okay, fine, you win. I’ll try to talk to her about, you know… something.”

Mark laughed. “Something, what? The professional partnership?”

Jo checked the time once again. Her last meeting of the evening had finished 20 minutes early which gave her still too little time to decide what to wear for the outing. She couldn’t have called it a meeting because she did not view Jackson as an empty business partner. She also couldn’t call it a date since Jackson’s intention was not to take her out on a date. So, outing seemed the be the most suitable word. And for the outing, Jo couldn’t dress up in a suit again. She also couldn’t be too careless about her appearance because she was meeting Jackson out in public. Then it hit her: what if he dressed more smartly than she expected?

Among all her clothing suitcases laying around in the house, she found a baggy-fit pair of jeans, a white CK tank top, and a black leather jacket to bring the outfit together. Her ebony loose hair was held together by a pair of Prada sunglasses on the top of her head, with a black Prada mini bag to finish the look. If her feet weren’t swollen, she would have chosen heels, but she was happy to resort to a white pair of loafers of her own.

Jo did not have to wait for too long in the bus station which was close to her house, and she arrived just in time to the restaurant where Jackson made the reservation. A chic boutique, with a cozy setup outside which exuded a bohemian aura. Jo admired the playful decorations hanging from the wooden frames before her eyes fell on Jackson’s seemingly nervous frame. He was holding a pink assortment of flowers in his hand.

Jackson noticed Jo walking from afar and met her halfway. They smiled at each other, and Jo felt invited to wrap her arms around his neck into a quick hug. It felt like the most natural thing in the world. Jackson wrapped her frame with one arm, reciprocating the warmth of the hug

“Were you waiting long?” Jo asked, swaying cheerfully from side to side.

“Just got here! I’m happy I was the first to arrive, though.”

Jackson reluctantly broke the hug to offer Jo the small bouquet. She brought it closer to indulge in their fragrance. “Thank you so much! These are so pretty.”

He couldn’t hide the satisfaction on his face, not that he wanted it to be hidden. “It didn’t make sense to come empty handed.”

“Consider me impressed, Mr. Wang,” Jo admitted and allowed a smile of her own to bloom on her features.

Only then did it hit Jackson what a beautiful woman Jo truly was.

“Aren’t you worried about being photographed in the streets, giving flowers to an unknown woman?”

Jackson offered his elbow, which Jo took happily. “I couldn’t care less. Would you like to sit outside?”

“Mhm! It’s still nice and warm, so I propose we should enjoy whatever left this summer has to offer.”

So Jackson guided the two of them to the restaurant area, where he arranged for a table on the outside premises of the restaurant. Their designated waiter was kind enough to provide a vase for the flowers, which Jo arranged meticulously. She wanted to put her purse into her lap, but Jackson insisted on keeping it on his chair instead.

“Thank you for meeting me here, Jo. I realized just now that I did not follow up with a text.”

“I wouldn’t have stood you up, so thanks for having me.” Jo crossed her legs and picked up a menu from the table. “Have you been here before?”

“No, I haven’t. Jinyoung recommended this place, said he came here with some costars after filming his drama and it was nice and quiet.”

Jo couldn’t suppress a giggle. “I suppose they asked about last night.”

Jackson rose his eyes from his menu in an embarrassed look. She noticed and shook her hand. “I didn’t mean it like that. Sam also asked me about it, so I just assumed.”

He laughed. “Don’t know what Sam told you, but I was scolded for returning too soon, so…”

To Jackson, Jo was marvelous when she laughed. His brain developed a reflex to have Jo laugh as often as humanly possible.

“This and that, honestly. Her only care in the world was for me to not blow this. Whatever this meant.”

A waiter met the two guests at their table and Jackson’s response was cut short. He gave his order and took the lead for Jo.

“Truffle Pasta and a Cosmo for the lady, please.”

The waiter took their orders and made haste towards the restaurant.

“The lady, huh?” Jo quirked an eyebrow, but a flirtatious smile did not hesitate to appear on her lips. She was content to let him take the lead. “I can only wonder what it would take to be Jackson Wang’s lady.”

Jackson replayed the earlier conversation he had with the boys about Jo’s open bids to flirt. As they so blatantly pointed out, Jo was dropping the signs right in his face, and he could not be sure how long those signs would keep on coming. Ultimately, if he had anything to lose, he would just lose it.

“Why? Are you interested to find out?”

But what if he had anything to win?

“I see. And what if I am?”

Bingo. Correct answer.

“I’m not going to lie, I didn’t think it beyond this point, Jo.”

Another giggle on her side must have been a good sign. “I like funny men. One of the reasons you were my bias in Got7.”

Jackson draped an arm over his chest in mocked shock. “Were? Who took my place?”

“No one did, Jackson. It’s just that I think I outgrew that phase,”

Jo pushed her cheek into the palm of her hand, still wearing that charming smile of hers. “I had a great time last night, and I mean it. Mostly thanks to you. It made me feel like I was part of the family. And if we’re playing with our cards on the table, I don’t mind telling you that I am attracted to you.”

Jo leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms. She took the opportunity to change the topic as she had surprised Jackson.

“Tell me more about the Team Wang project.”

Jackson obliged her inquiry and took the phone out of his pocket to search for a presentation. One way or another, their clothing style matched again, and Jo wondered if coincidences really do exist.

The following two hours were centered around business conversations. Jackson had various ideas he wanted to implement for Team Wang’s digital identity, and Jo offered all the input he asked for. He had a lot of questions about the services Jo was selling through her company, and the latter was surprised to hear hints of curiosities regarding diverse technical aspects. Moreover, she felt comfortable enough to suggest improvements for his ideas, based on her vast acumen in the industry. Their dialogue was pleasant and straightforward, exactly how Jo liked to do business with her partners.

“This is impressive, Jackson. I have to admit I’m surprised you had such a well-defined vision and mission for your team. It was easy to follow.”

“No, you were perfect. I am impressed you challenged me and helped me improve on the go at the same time. I was right to ask for your partnership on this.”

Both their statements were earnest, and perhaps both came to accept there was no moving forward with anyone else. Perhaps in other chapters of their lives as well.

“I want to be conscious of the timeline it would take. This is at least a 6–8-month long initiative, building the digital identity, the marketing campaigns, and the creation of the content per se. I do have capable teams in all these areas, although they are a bit stretched at the moment.”

Jackson nodded his head, yet did not hesitate to respond. “Could we split this work and make a long-term plan? I’ll take it, anyway, but I want us to be completely comfortable with how we plan this. I’d hate to be the thorn in your side.”

“Oh no, there’s no question about it.” Jo hummed for a moment. “I’ll have to sit down with my team to discuss about this, but I think I could lead the prototypes myself for the first two months. We would have to find a considerable amount of time to meet periodically because in this process I’ll need your feedback constantly.”

“Deal.”

Jo’s brows furrowed. “Deal? I just told you we’d need to meet a lot--”

“Deal,” repeated Jackson, even more convincingly than before. “I’m sure we’ll make it work.”

An amused stare was fixated on Jackson. He did not seem to care one bit; he seemed to thrive on it.

“Okay,” Jo sighed finally. “I’ll meet with my guys tomorrow and if all is good on our side, I’ll send the contract for review.”

“If there’s anything I can help with, you can count me in. The contract is for Team Wang, so we’ll help as much as we can.”

Jo extended her hand for a shake. “Let me know what time works best for you tomorrow and I’ll send a link.”

Jackson accepted and shook her hand.

“Good! Now that we’re done with this topic, another Cosmo? Or should you be somewhere else?”

Jo stole a glance at the bouquet of flowers still standing tall in the vase on the table. She felt so absorbed in their conversation that she did not notice when dusk turned to darkness and the streets started flooding with people. It was a Friday evening, after all. Jo’s days for the past couple of years meant work, over work, with some extra work on top, so much so that she did not plan anything too special for her trip to Seoul either. Even if, unintentionally, she managed her calendar better to account for some free time that time around.

“I don’t have any plans, actually,” Jo admitted bashfully and looked away to the streets. “I don’t remember the last time I planned something other than work.”

Jackson downed the rest of his drink and asked for the check. “You planned to move here, didn’t you? And coming to Mark’s birthday. Don’t beat yourself up.”

Jo watched his movements as he paid for the check and then smiled at her.

“If I remember correctly, your house is somewhere on the outskirts of Gangnam, and we are now close to the main area. I cannot promise I’ll be the best guide around, but I’ll try to keep up!”

A puzzled look was sketched on Jo’s features when Jackson gently scooped the flowers in his arms, as well as throwing her Prada mini bag on his shoulder. “I’m not sure I follow.”

“Would you like to sightsee in Gangnam with me?”

Gangnam at night was a wonder. A wild assembly of colored neon lights pierced the night sky to give it a cartoon-like style. The faces in the crowd blended until one could no longer differentiate between local and foreign, and Jo felt like an acquaintance from overseas would pop out of nowhere. An untamed buzz enveloped the nightlife into a mirage one would hardly wake up from.

“Wow,” Jo finally mustered, allowing herself to fully take in the picture into her mind before speaking. “This is absolutely beautiful.”

Jackson had one hand in the pocket of his trousers to protect the Prada mini bag from falling. With the other arm he was holding the bouquet and two bottles of water that he absolutely refused to share with Jo. As Jo was grasping the surroundings, Jackson swiftly placed himself closer to the side of the road, to make sure he always kept Jo on the safer side.

“You never get used to it. I’ve been living in Seoul a long time and I’m amazed every time I come around here. It feels different each time, somehow.”

“I can’t imagine how it must have felt to give up everything and come here. The old JYP building was in this area, wasn’t it?”

Jackson nodded and a nostalgic grin spread on his face. “This really brings up memories. And I never regretted one moment. Felt sad? Yes. But never regret.”

Jo took out her phone to snap pictures of the area. She allowed herself to give in to the relaxed mood, to Jackson’s presence, to turn off her brain for a short while. Jo couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but Jackson felt like the safest person to be with. When they started walking, Jo was two paces ahead to take all the photos she wanted, and Jackson kept a close eye on her at all times. She was cherishing the surroundings, and Jackson was cherishing Jo.

“Jo, be careful!”

Jackson hastily pulled Jo by the waist to move her out of a careless bicycle’s trajectory. His grasp was firm yet pleasant, and he held her close until all danger passed. And some seconds afterwards. Jo perked up at him.

“My knight in shining armor. You’re making yourself irresistible.”

He smirked and let her go. Jo settled closer by his side. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“I would say I am extremely thoughtful, and my actions will not cause a scandal for you. We could at least take a selfie to celebrate our first almost-date.”

As Jo was wiping the front camera of her phone, she could swear that a slight hue of pink colored Jackson’s cheeks. Jo fit herself into the frame by leaning against Jackson’s shoulder, her hair falling over his arm. He inched closer and displayed a small smile.

“Have I ever told you I absolutely hate the way you’re taking casual pictures? You could slay a tiger with the looks you have in all those magazines, but for all others, I swear to God!”

Jackson’s mouth widened in awe. “What would you have me do? I can’t pose for these kinds of selfies. I want to be authentic in our pictures.”

“I’m playing with you!”

Jackson stole the phone from Jo’s hand. “No-uh, I’m not letting you get away so easily! If you’re talking to me about magazines, then pose for the camera, little lady!”

Jo placed her hands on either side of her hips to accept his demand. The baggy jeans and the oversized leather jacket made her look decisively cute.

“Come on, right over there, the light of that building is gorgeous.”

And Jo walked over to the indicated spot. It was the perfect time to practice all those poses she imagined for when she would appear on the Forbes 30 under 30 cover edition. As she played around, Jackson kept encouraging and hyping her up, up until she burst out laughing and she gave up the model act. She put up peace signs and enjoyed the moment to its fullest.

Jackson looked extremely pleased with the results. “I genuinely think that you would have ended all model careers if you went for modelling.”

“You’re exaggerating.”

“I’m not, just look at yourself!”

Jo had to give him credit. Jackson swiped to the final photo: a candid shot of Jo smiling ear to ear, with her peace signs up in the air, and sheer joy filling the frame. He stopped his bickering to admire the picture and quickly airdropped it to his phone.

“What are you doing, Jackson?” Jo laughed and swiped her phone back from his hand.

“I wanted to have a memory with you like this forever.”

Jo covered her spontaneous smile with the back of her hand and allowed him to watch her blushing cheeks. “You’re a pro at this.”

“At what?” Jackson questioned and felt the sudden desire to hold her hand. He allowed it to brush against hers to ask for permission.

“At making me want to kiss you.”

Jo welcomed his invitation and rapidly intertwined her fingers with his. Being well aware that that was as much as he could offer in the obscenity of the open world, Jo matched her pace with his to resume the night stroll. Jackson approached Jo to whisper into her ear.

“I’ll kiss you when I get you home.”

The woman chuckled. “You’d better do tongue and all.”

“It’s been some time, so bear with me while I warm up.”

In a fleeting 45 minutes, Jackson and Jo found themselves standing in front of Jo’s porch. The full crown of the surrounding trees offered the two the privacy they needed, even if the front street was otherwise quiet.

“This is a nice change from the craziness of Gangnam,” Jo spoke and turned her body to Jackson. From the moment they held hands, Jackson never let go. Jo adored that little gesture as much as she adored the way the moonlight painted his face.

“I like it better this way.” He agreed and stepped in to look her in the eyes. “Remember that I told you I didn’t really think it past this point? The two of us?”

“Loud and clear actually.”

“It’s true. You had me at your pinky the moment you winked at me during the concert.”

Jo started laughing. “I’ve heard that before.”

“I never doubted you knew what you were doing.”

It was the first time in the past hour that Jackson let go of Jo’s hand to put the flowers and her purse on the nearby grass. After relieving himself of the objects, he took both her hands in his.

“Look Jo, I don’t know how this works for most people. I had a lot of come-and-go situations but all of them ended because of the same thing. I’m always one step ready to fly out in some other country and I don’t want to keep you from meeting someone you’d get to love every day.”

“Funny,” Jo countered with a genuine smile. “I said the same thing to Sam. You and I are the same, Jackson. We’re working our assess to chase all these dreams and quite frankly, I think we’re going to stop when we’re six feet under.”

Jackson laughed but could not deny her words. She spoke further and he had the impression that her voice was lower, gentler than before.

“So what? You’re not preventing me from doing anything. I am not preventing you from doing anything. But I want to try. It’s like you said, if we’re meant to live a life, we’ll live it. We’ll never know unless we try.”

Jackson released one of his hands to cusp her cheek. He ran his thumb over the softness of her skin, taking in the sight of her eyes.

“Besides, you don’t know if you’ll actually like me. I’m quite feisty and stubborn.”

“I can work with feisty and stubborn,” he chuckled his eyes lowering to the plush of her lips. “I can think of some ways you can put out the fire.”

Jo pressed her palm in the firmness of his chest. She noticed his drifting eyes and bit into her lower lip. “You’d better start, then. You said you needed to warm up?”

“Work me out, Jo.”

Jackson sealed the remaining distance between their bodies and locked his lips with hers. A frisky kiss, their smiles melting into one another that provoked Jo to giggle. Jackson seized the moment to slide his tongue past her lower lip into an arousing chase. The hand on her cheek pulled her closer into him, and Jo arched her back to meet his demands. When they finally pulled away after what felt like an eternity, Jo observed the insatiable hunger lingering in his gaze.

“My, my, were you lying when you said you hadn’t done this in a while?”

Jackson chuckled. “All sincere.”

“You’re a very good kisser.”

Jackson pulled her into an embrace. There was no way he could hide his growing bulge, and he hoped he would cloak the shy expression he was wearing.

Of course Jo was not going to let that slide.

“Do you want to continue this inside?” Her hand was tracing lower from his chest but, to her surprise, Jackson stopped it to entwine their fingers once more.

“As tempting as it sounds, I think we should take this slow.”

Jo had expected to feel more offended by his rejection. She was astonished to agree with him completely and fully respect his decision. Jo peeled herself from his chest to look up at him. “That’s fair. I would not want to reveal all my aces from the get-go.”

Jackson was delighted that him and Jo saw eye to eye on the proposition. “I’m really looking forward to meeting you in your entirety, Jo. Maybe we could start with full names?” He planted a kiss on her forehead and laughed.

Jo closed her eyes and allowed herself to be engulfed in his presence. If laughter was destined to be their strongest pillar, Jo would take it. “Maybe next time, Jackson.”

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we-want-mini-mini · 5 years ago

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Because I fell in love with the previous prompt/oneshot I wrote about an OC falling into the DC universe (specifically Gotham) and wants to avoid the Vigilantes/Wayne and Co but fucking fails at it (or succeeds, who knows).

This one shot is about—

The Reluctant Executive Assistant To Lex Luthor, Who Also Is A Supervillian

Masterlist | Pervious Post Regarding This Oneshot

Warnings! Strong language, mentions of disassociation, mentions of body dysphoria, non-graphic description of violence, probably OOC Lex Luthor, shitty spelling and grammar oh my!

LIA WONDERED WHAT SHE DID TO ANGER THE UNIVERSE, what she did so heinous, so deplorable, so bastardly to be punished in this way. She reclined into her plush sofa, her eyed glazed over, as they seemingly stared beyond the cream colored walls of her small Metropolis apartment. On her coffee table, laid a stack of papers. Papers that were at least a couple inches thick, filled with long winded explanations, language that could confuse anyone, and an agreement to become Lex Luthors god damn Executive Assistant.

I’m basically going to be a glorified Secretary, for one of the most powerful men in the world... Whose also a raging fucking Supervillain too. Lia thought with a groan, rubbing her face. Her mind whirled with various thoughts, plans and so, oh so much more. The fact that she’s been offered such a prestigious job, at the tender age of 23 years old. A job as the right hand to a fucking Supervillain, Jesus Christ...

Ever since Lia woke up in her doppelgänger’s body, all those years ago, she made a decision that she would never involve herself with the various vigilantes of this world. But, considering she lived in Gotham before this, she had to cope with the fact that her city had various Vigilantes running around, doing whatever they were doing. But, Lia had the upper hand you see: the world she came from, all the Vigilantes and hero’s were fictional characters! Thus, she knew all their origin stories, secret identities and the like. In her pervious world, every kid knew that Superman was unassuming reporter Clark Kent of the Daily Planet. Who also happened to be Lia’s next door neighbor. You know what, I’m not even going to go down that rabbit hole. Nope. Nah. I’m good.

But, adjusting to life in her new body wasn’t a simple walk in the park. She had to adjust to a whole new city (perviously Lia lived in New York, which was the inspiration for Gotham but still). A whole new environment that became desensitized to the causal, practically fanatasical acts of violence ranging from man made super blizzards, the occasional alien invasion and etc. Not to mention, Lia had to cope with the fact she, in essence, lived in an entirely different body. The first two years of living in this world, Lia struggled with dissociation and body dyshoria at the fact that one: she now lived in a completely different world compared to her pervious world, and two: she inhabited a body that, yes is her, but, at the same time, wasn’t her.

Thank goodness mom realized what was happening and shipped my ass off to the few non-supervillain therapist in Gotham. Lia thought with a huff like laughter.

Her eyes then soon trailed too the stack of papers Lex Luthor gave, ones that detailed her contract of becoming his Executive Assistant. One, that would make her one of the most powerful women in the US by being the right hand of Lex Luthor. Who also is a fucking supervillain, god damn it.

Lia vowed to herself to never involve herself with the various superheroes, vigilantes, or villains of her new world. She wanted to live a normal as possible life, not wanting to have such a heavy responsibility of being a hero on her alreayd aching shoulders. She did not want to get involved in the drama that often plagued those who entered that life. She did not want to endanger her family (or herself) because she has connections with people who are vigilantes. Specifically, when she was a student at Gotham U, she avoided anything surrounding the Wayne’s (considering they are the infamous Bats and Birds that protect Gotham and her people). Likely, the only times she ever saw said infamous Vigilantes were the few unlucky times she was in a hostage situation and when she was about to be mugged those couple of times.

As far as interactions outside of their vigilante identities, she’s bumped into Bruce Wayne shopping with Damian, Stephanie, Cassandra and Tim. And oh boy, oh boy, did Lia pray to any deities out their to make sure this was the first and last time she ever met them. Her only words to Bruce Wayne (also fucking Batman) was a high pitched apology and the wish to be smited by God that very second. She’s also bumped in Dick Grayson the one time she visited some friends in Blüdhaven in a coffee shop. They struck up conversation, and it wasn’t till the end of the conversation did she realize who it was. After that, she always went out with headphones in her ears as they are the universal symbol of Don’t Talk To Me. And as for Jason, she’s seen Red Hood when she was out late at a 24/7 7/11, picking up some food. Frankly, Lia was to strung up on zero sleep and pure caffeine and spite to honestly give a single shit. Lia vaguely remembered wanting a specific thing, and Red Hood also reaching for it. She snatched said snack with a word, ignoring Red Hoods existence completely. The cashier looked like they saw a ghost but, as always, Lia was tired to give a single flying shit.

However, Lia’s paranoia didn’t simmer down. So much so, that she applied for an internship at LexCorp, her excuse being she wanted to have a change of scenery. While working at LexCorp, she gained considerable amount of knowledge and experience, but compromised with her mom that, after her internship finished up in LexCorp, she’s go to WE and work there. Lia had deep seeded concerns about working at WE, but after going back and forth in her head, she decided that, fuck it. It’s a gigantic ass company. There’s such a low percentage of me ever crossing paths with one of the Waynes and Co. Plus, mom drives a hard bargain. And damn, do I honestly miss Gotham. It’s so damn bright here. And it’s called fucking Metroplis of all things.

Before Lia could further brood about what her life had become, the sound of her doorbell flooded Lia’s ears. Lia’s eyebrows scrunched together, did I order something? But, she shrugged to herself, springing to her feet. Better find out then, I guess.

When Lia opened the door, she expected, say, a delivery person, or, a neighbor asking to borrow something. What she did not expect was her 5’3” mother, standing next to a 6-something, rather muscular, but familiar figure of—HOLY SHIT IT’S SUPERMAN, WHAT THE FUCK—

Next to her mothers petite figure, was the gargantuan stature of one Clark Kent, AKA, Superman. Lia could feel her blood pressure rise.

“Mom! Mr. Kent! What a nice surprise.” Lia said, through a tight lipped smile. Her mother simply smiled, laughing lightly.

“Habibi, it’s been such a long time—and, wait did you loose weight?” Her mother’s once smiling face turned sour, her eyebrows pinched together in worry. Her warm brown eyes trailing up and down Lia’s figure. Lia’s face immediately warmed up a few degrees, then her mother took hold of her face, examining it closer. Lia let out a indignant squawk, “Mom! Not infront of the neighbor please!”

Clark simply laughed, “No, it’s alright. I can understand a mother’s worry as my own Ma does the same thing whenever she visits.”

Her mother nodded, “See! He doesn’t mind, habibi. Now, it’s been a while since I’ve seen you. Mr. Kent, if you would be a dead, could help me set the food on the table?”

Clark smiles, his teeth a little too white and dazzling. “Of course! But please, call me Clark.”

Her mother laughed, while nodding. “Of course, Clark. Now, come in, come in.” Her mother said, inviting Lia’s neighbor into her apartment. She let out a sigh, moving out of the way.

Before long, Clark, Lia and her mother were setting up dinner. Somehow, someway, Lia’s mother convinced Clark to stay for dinner, while sending meaningful glances towards Lia. Lia wanted to jump out of her window. Knowing that her mother would always be her wingwomen, was, strangely nice, but this time? Trying to set her up with fucking Superman? Nope. Nah. No happening mom, no matter how hot Clark looks. Not. Happening.

Her mother, soon strikes up conversation with Clark about work. He talks about the Daily Planet, and being a reporter. Soon, the topic veers to Lia, whose honestly forgotten that Clark was Superman for a couple minutes.

“...on the topic of internships, my Lia currently interns at LexCorp, if I’m not wrong.” Her mother says, sending a pointed look to Lia.

“Uh. Yeah. I’m currently working at LexCorp as an intern.” Lia says, watching for Clark’s reaction at the fact that she works for his biggest nemesis. She can see it, the infantasmal flinch, before he relaxes again.

“Oh, is that so? From what your mother said, didn’t you live in Gotham before coming to Metropolis?” He inquires, setting down some plates on Lia’s dining table. Lia freezes up, since, she can’t just say: Well, you see, I know the identities of Gotham’s infamous vigilantes, who happen to also run and own WE.

“Well, I wanted a change of scenery really.” Lia added smoothly, taking out all the food and sorting them. She kept her face and tone neutral, watching Clark’s every move and reaction.

His face had a knowing look, as he gave a small nod. “I can understand that. Gotham and Metropolis are two very different cities and wanting a change of scenery is a fine reason for moving.”

Lia hums noncommittally, while her mother sighs. “I still wished you would’ve stayed in Gotham, you know. It’s closer and I worry for you, Habibi.”

Lia buffs through her nose. “Mom. I’m 24 and very much so capable of protecting myself, considering you were the one who taught me how to knock a man thrice my size out in a single punch since I was 7.”

Clark makes a sort strangled noise and covers it up with a cough. Lia’s mother simple sighs, her face showing her true age. “Of course your capable of defending yourself. Why would I let my daughter out and about in Gotham of all places with being able to defend herself? I just worry, ya habibi. This is a whole new city and you also live by yourself.”

“I’ve been living by myself since I was 18, mom.” Lia interjected but her mother gives her a look.

“Yes, you have been living by yourself since you were 18 but at least you were nearby. I worry, regardless of the fact.”

Lia sighs. They’ve had this talk numerous times, before Lia moved to Metropolis and before she even uttered her concerns about wanting to move. “I know.” She says softly.

The conversation dies out, as everything soon is set. However, before they could start eating, Lia’s mother spots the stack of papers.

“Lia, what with the stack of papers?” She inquired, her head gesturing to the coffee table.

“The stack of what?” Lia yelled out, as she was in the kitchen getting a jug of water. Her mother, whose curiosity guided her, got up from her seat and took ahold of the papers.

“The papers on your coffee table. What are they for?” She asked again, when she heard Lia set the jug of water down.

Lia, whose brain was preoccupied with a million other thoughts, carelessly said the phrase: “Oh, my contract to become Executive Assistant to Lex Luthor.”

Clark almost dropped what he was holding, before discreetly catching it with his super speed. Lia’s mother stilled, her eyes wide as saucers, her lips slightly parted.

“Your what to whom?” Her mother asked, her tone beyond incredulous.

Lia short circuited. She realized what she just said. In front of fucking Superman. In front of her mother. Fuck. Why does the universe hate me?

Before Clark could say anything else on the matter, his phone buzzed. The mother daughter pair snapped their gaze at Clark, whose face grew even more surprised.

“Oh. I’m sorry, I have to go. Something urgent just came up.” He said, shoving his phone back into his pant pocket. The mother-daughter pair simply nodded, as they watched a slightly frantic Clark Kent shuffle out of Lia’s small apartment.

When they heard Lia’s apartment door shut closed, her mother’s head whipped towards Lia’s. Her face went rigid, the past surprise at the new was scrubbed away, being replaced with a cold, calculative look. She gestured to Lia to sit down, at the dining table.

Lia, who simply stared at her for a while, sighed, before taking the opposite seat across from her mother. She knew this conversation will be a long one, thus, she started to pile on the food her mother brought.

“The contract in your hands, is a contract between me and Lex Luthor. It’s about me becoming his Executive Assistant.”

Her mother hummed, while also taking some food. “So, you’re going to be his right hand, essentially?”

Lia nodded. Well, sure. I’m technically a glorified secretary with a lot of power now. But sure, right hand is a lot more appealing. But she didn’t voice those thoughts, simply taking a bite of her food.

“Well, this took a turn I did not expect it too.” Her mother said with a sigh.

“You and me both, mom.”

Lia never would’ve imagined, not in a million Earths, would she become Lex-fucking-Luthors Executive Assistant. She honestly thought she would finish her internship without much fanfare and move back to Gotham to apply for a position at the WE.

“So,” her mother began, setting her fork down. “How the hell did you catch Luthors eye?”

“Well, it’s a bit of a long story but...”

A COUPLE DAYS AGO, the department in which Lia was interning suddenly lost a handful of employees who quit for whatever reason. Not to mention, an important meeting was scheduled and was now completely fucked due to these employees leaving. Plus, some other important event was also going on with some higher level execs and that was also in jeopardy. Lia, who was witnessing this utter shit storm in real time, realized, oh fuck. This is bad. Really bad. And decided to do something about it. Lia, at the time, was known in her department as someone who can manage a schedule like no ones business, convince people to do things her way like it was as easy as drinking water. She had a reputation and the department head was a chicken whose head was cut off, trying to put out the proverbial fires one by one, rather ineffectively. Lia, who made friends with various other interns in other departments (who worked with other high level employees), and who had various connections in Metropolis, was able to salvage most of the day (and subsequent week). She was able to fill in those positions rather quickly (the department head was more then happy to oblige), re-schedule the various important meetings and events that were scheduled that in under three hours after some (what Lia called) “aggressive persuasion”. Somehow, someway, the story of some intern with godly management abilities, persuasion skills made its way up to the big man himself: Lex Luthor.

When Lex Luthor heard of this, he became intrigued. Thus, he called Lia up, all the way to his office. Lia, who when was told that fucking Lex Luthor himself wanted to see her, was understandably shitting bricks. Her mind immediately went to the fact that somehow, someway, he figured out that Lia knew the identities of various vigilantes. Lia, who was reasonably terrified at the thought, began to draw up counter arguments and contingencies.

The entire way to Lex Luthor’s office Lia went through the seven stages of grief (the extra two are Denial 2 and astral projection). She thanked those she loved, and made her not peace with God. When Lia finally arrived to Luthors office, she immediately compartmentalized all her feelings, slapped on her most convincing cooperate smile, and knocked on his door, saying in the most polite and calm tone she could muster: “Mr. Luthor? You called for me, Lia al-Abadi?”

The moment she heard the muffled “come in.” Lia sent one more prayer to whatever deity out their, and strode into Luthors office.

Now, Lia has seen pictures and clips of Luthors office. But, it was one thing too see it and another to be in it. Lia, when entering the large office, with Luthor facing the window out looking Metropolis, felt her heart drop all the way to the earths core.

Her hands were discreetly balled up in her sides, her nails digging crescent shaped moons into the palm of her hand. The shirt underneath her blazer was definitely soaked through, but, thankfully, Lia wore a black blazer today, so it wasn’t that noticeable. Probably. Hopefully.

Lia took in a deep breath, trying to calm her hammering heart. “Mr. Luthor?” She called out, her voice surprisingly even. Her heart hammered against her chest, so hard, it seemed it would burst through any moment. God, what the fuck is my life anymore.

Luthor, being the dramatic ass Supervillian that he is, spun around, his hands clasped together as he faced Lia, sitting in a typical, large, black, swivel chair. The only thing he was missing was the white cat in his lap.

Lia could feel herself die a little when she made direct eye contact with the man, the legend, the Asshole, himself: Lex god damn Luthor.

“Ah, Ms. al-Abadi, please, do sit down.” He said, his voice uncharacteristically bright and inviting. But, Lia knows better then to trust the fox when it was simling. She could see the calculative glint in his eyes. Carefully, she walked towards Luthor, who kept his picture prefect smile. The only thing that filled Lia in for the eternally long, yet short walk towards Luthor was the clicks of her heel, and her heart hammering against her eardrums.

Her hand, which she forced to keep steady, took ahold of the chair, dragging it away from the desk. The ugly screeches of the chair legs against the marble floor still reasonated through Lia’s ears. But, at least she saw the slightly—almost invisible—eye twitch that gave away his annoyance.

Lia, who kept her face devoid of any emotions, slowly sat down. Her eyes still focused on Luthors stupid smiling face.

When she sat down (finally, Jesus Christ that was a lot more anxiety inducing then I thought) she kept her back straight, shoulder squared and her hands on her lap. She could still feel her heart beating hard against her rib cage, and the million thoughts of Luthor somehow finding out about Lia and her knowledge of the identities of the various vigilantes. Her hands became clammy, her entire being screamed, I AM VERY UNCOMFORTABLE! but, Lia was stuck in between the proverbial rock and a hard place (rock: chair, hard place: Luthor’s office).

Her lips stretched into her patented cooperate smile, “You had called for me, Mr. Luthor, sir?”. Fuck my life. Lia thought, still smiling while she slowly died on the inside.

Luthor bared his teeth, lips stretched into a smile. “Please, call me Lex, Ms. al-Abadi.”

Lia, with ever cell in her very being, absolutely rebelled at the prospect of calling Lex Luthor just Lex. For one, he’s her boss, and Lia was raised to be polite. Second, Lia only ever referred to Lex Luthor either as Luthor or Lex Luthor, never just Lex. Third, Lex Luthor is a goddamn Supervillain, no fucking way am I calling him by his first name.

Lia’s fave stretched out into a tight lipped smile. “I’m afraid cannot do that, Mr. Luthor.” She said through gritted teeth, face still stretched out into a tight lipped smile.

Luthor cocked his eyebrow. “Oh? And why is that?”

For one, your Supervillain. Second, me saying your first name, and just your first name, tiggers my flight or fight response. Lia, of course, did not response to Lex Luthor’s question with that reply. Instead she said, “For one, Mr. Luthor, you are my boss and I am your employee. Employees don’t generally refer to their boss by their first names. Secondly, me referring to you by your first name implies that I am in some way, shape or form, close to you. Considering this is my first time ever meeting you personally, I can’t—” Won’t “—refer to you by your first name.”

A beat of silence. Lia, who continued to smile at Luthor as he stared at her for a good few moments, before lightly chuckling.

“Well, when you put it like that, Ms. al-Abadi, I cannot disagree. However, I do hope in the near future you would be more comfortable calling me Lex rather then Mr. Luthor.” He said, his face all smiles.

For a moment, Lia was confused. She was simply a temporary intern that would leave in about two months, how would she hypothetically warm up to Luthor enough so to call him Lex? Plus, what he said also implied that Lia would stay in LexCorp long enough to warm up to Luthor.

Then a thought crossed Lia’s mind. Wait, does he want to be my sugar daddy?? Which Lia immediately shot down, as, this is Lex Luthor, why the fuck would he be interested in being my sugar daddy? Even though I am fucking beautiful, thats for sure. But still. Lia shuddered at the thought before getting back on the topic at hand.

“Mr. Luthor, I am just a simple intern that will be leaving in about two months. I don’t understand how I would be able to get close to you enough so that I refer to you by your first name,” Lia said.

Then another thought crossed her mind, “Unless, you’re planning on making me a full time employee?” There was a slight tilt in Lia’s voice, her eyebrows slightly pinched together. Lia, however, racks her brain for any reason why Lex Luthor of all people would personally call her to his office just to say he’s going to hire her as a full time employee.

Luthor nodded, “Precisely, Ms. al-Abadi. But, I don’t just want to make you any full time employee, that would simply be a waste of your talent and potential.” He said, reaching for one of his drawers, pulling out a stack of papers.

A wave of confusion wash over Lia. Talent? Potential? The fuck did I do to catch Luthors attention of all people? “I’m not sure what you mean by my ‘talent and potential’, Mr. Luthor.” She said, while shaking her head. She honestly didn’t think of anything note worthy enough to catch a awfully busy man like Luthor.

A flash of confusion flickered through Luthors face before being plastered with another smile. “Ms. al-Abadi, I’m sure you know your reputation among the other interns, right?”

Lia’s eyes narrowed, as she hesitantly nodded. She was infamous for managing a clusterfuck of a schedule into an actual, mangable schedule. Lia was also known for her “aggressive persuasion” tactics and the like.

“Not to mention, the situation in which many employees from the department you interned in, quit. Resulting in many important events and meetings to be up in the air. Not to mention some other notable things that happened that day.” Luthor said, matter of factly.

And, he wasn’t wrong. But the fact that Luthor knew of that utter shitstorm raised more then a few alarms in Lia’s head. The situation that occurred that day was promptly swept under the rug and Lia only complained about the situation to a couple intern friends and her brother. Then, the face of Ana—an intern from the PR Department—flashed through Lia’s eyes. Lia wanted to strangle herself. Of course she told fucking loose lipped Ana about situation that never should’ve reached Luthor’s ears, god fucking damn it. No matter how much Lia wanted to groan and fight God, she kept her composure.

Lia gulped down, rubbing her hands as another smile made its way onto her lips. “Well, I simply did what had to.” I had pull so many fucking favors, and most of my god damn grey hairs are from that day, Jesus Christ. Whenever Lia remembered that day, her face (internally) soured, and the need for her to curse out God, the universe, whoever, was so great she had to bite her tongue (literally) to force herself not to go on a 20 minute rant about the entire situation. Still, even with her bubbling feelings of pure, unbridled rage, Lia kept her composure. This is a professional environment. I’m infront of my boss. Whose one of the most powerful man in the US. Whose also a raging Supervillain. I have to stay professional. Professional...

“Nonsense, Ms. al-Abadi. From what I heard, you had a situation presented to you, a situation that was falling at the seems no less—and somehow salavaged it. In under three hours, you were able to salvage the situation, reorder them schedule and was able to avert a scandal as well.”

Lia, for whatever reason, felt her face grow hot at the praise. She, of course, knew how shitty the situation became—did what she always did—complained a bit, and moved on. Planning, reorganizing, improvising plans on the go, and her “aggressive persuasion” is something Lia always did. She didn’t find such things awfully notable, as she’s been doing this sort of thing since the ninth grade.

“T-That’s—” Lia cleared her throat. “That’s quit a bit of praise, Mr. Luthor, considering I didn’t do much aside from reorganize and persuased a few people. Nothing that I consider rather notable, enough so to earn your attention.” Unnecessary attention, was left unsaid.

Luthor simply smiled, his teeth too white and straight for Lia’s eyes. “You might consider it unnotable, but I beg to differ.”

Then beg—Lia almost retorted, but she caught the phrase before it could ever leave. Fucking siblings.

Luthor pushes the stack on papers closer Lia. “Which is why—I want you, Ms. Lia al-Abadi, to become my Executive Assistant.”

Lia, when she heard the words Executive Assistant concluded that the universe hates her and that she will make preparations to fight God.

Safe to say, Lia was just offered a prestigious position, next to Lex Luthor, to be his Executive Assistant. The same Lex Luthor who is actively fighting against Superman—the Justice League at large—and it an overall Supervillain. One of Superman’s most noteworthy Supervillian. A Supervillian, who can potentially kill Superman because he has access to a grow, green rock. A Supervillian who made a clone of Superman—combing his and Superman’s DNA—to do so. The same Supervillain, who essentially was asking: “Do you want to be my right hand?”

“You want me to be your what?” Lia asked in an incredulous tone. She looked at the stack of papers and Luthor several times, while pointing to herself. “Me? A 23 year old, with barely any experience in the cooperate world, work as your Executive Assistant?”

Luthor, surprisingly, nodded, his face not showing a hint of annoyance. “Yes, I am. Of course, you should take your time to think over my offer. It is Friday, and I’ll be expecting your answer next Monday. Come to my office at 3 PM, next Monday, and we’ll talk some more, Ms. al-Abadi. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have another meeting to get too.”

Next thing Lia knew, she was holding onto a stack of papers, in an elevator, going down back to her original office. When she came back, several people commented on how dazed and pale she looked. One of her supervisors even asked if she wanted the rest of the day off (as there wasn’t much left to do, either way). Lia, who was still reeling from the events that had just transpired, graciously accepted.

Lia’s mother, who kept on listening to the entire ordeal, from start to finish simply commented. “Well, damn.”

Lia groaned, her hands rubbing her face. “‘Well, damn’? That’s all you have to say on the fact that one of the most powerful man in America offering me a position as his god damn Executive Assistant?”

“Hey! It’s a lot for me to take in, and, it must a lot for you to take in.” Her mother said, reaching out, taking a hold of Lia’s hand. She gave a comforting squeeze.

“Yeah, it was...” Lia mumbled. She sighed, her eyes on the stack of papers detailing what Lia’s responsibilities were, and some other key information. The stack of papers that could change her life with a single stroke of a pen.

“So, what are you going to do? Accept Luthors offer, or...?”

“It’d be dumb for me not to accept it.”

“Damn right it would be!”

Lia shoot her mother a look, before continuing, “It’s just... I’m only 23 and me getting this job is just... There’s a lot to consider. Sure, I’m good at managing schedules, persuading people and—” Her mother snorted, waving her hand.

“Hey! I am good at all those things, you know.” Lia exclaimed, crossing her arms.

Her mother raised both her hands, shaking her head. “Never said you were bad at them, Habibi. Your a damn genius when it comes to organizing events and persuading people. Not good, not great, but a god damn genius.” Her mother voice clearly showing how proud she was of Lia.

The tips of Lia’s ears were painted bright red, as her face spilt into a grin. “Yeah, yeah, I guess I am. But, the matter at hand is that, I don’t have much experience in the cooperate world. And, I just graduated a couple months ago. Not to mention, if I accept the position, there’s going to be a lot of talk on how, I, a 23 year old, rather attractive women, who just recently graduated from Gotham U, who was just a regular intern, managed to get the position of Executive Assistant to Lex Luthor.”

Her mother sighed. “True, there definitely will be rumors regarding how earned such a position without much prior experience.”

Lia sagged in her seat, her mind a tornado of thoughts. Should she accept? Should she decline? Should she msyteriously disappear off the face of the Earth, never to be seen again? Decisions, decision, so many decisions with so many consequences and variables at play that made Lia’s head ache. She had time, but not enough. It was late in the evening on Friday, and Luthor wanted an answer by Monday afternoon. Great. Just a couple dozen hours till D-Day. Fan-fucking-tastic.

“What about a trial basis?” Her mother blurted out. Lia cocked her eyebrow, gesturing for her to continue.

“Like, what if, you were his Executive Assistant for a couple of months, on a trial basis. Just to dip your toes in and get a feel for the job. That sort of thing.” She said with a shrug.

Lia’s eyes widen, as if a light bulb went off her head. “Oh my god. Why didn’t I think of that? That’s prefect! Not only would it allow me ample time to see if I’m ready for such a position, but also invaluable experience if I were too not take the position or Luthor deemed me unworthy of it.”

With a sort of plan set in mind, Lia continued to eat, all with a smile on her face. Even if after the trial basis, Luthor deems me unfit, I still get away with a couple months worth of pay that would pay off my student loans, not to mention invaluable experience. I win regardless of the fact if I get the job or I don’t!

With the sun setting, and Lia eating her fill, while catching up with her mother on other past events, Lia can’t seem to stop smiling. Even if she’s going to become the (Reculant) Executive Assistant to Lex Luthor, who also is a Supervillian.

That’s it folks! I had a lot of fun writing this in all honesty, even though it’s not that good. I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Till next time.

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