Uh-huh, new chapter?
As soon as the elevator doors closed behind Louis, Clara sped over to Cat’s desk, grabbed one of her business cards, and frantically punched the listed home number into Cat’s desk phone.
“Cat Grant.”
“Cat,” Clara said with some relief. “Will you help me?”
Yay! That might be the start of a wonderful friendship!
<Why should we have to be one or the other?> Cat had said in that long ago Met U lecture. <People ask me why I dress the way I do. Why I don’t dress like the smart professional I am. My reply is why shouldn’t I dress the way I do? Should what I’m wearing matter? I’m a beautiful woman. It’s not conceit, it’s just a fact. People look at me, and they assume I’m shallow and stupid. I wear a leopard print dress, and they assume I’m shallow, stupid, and easy. But that’s camouflage. If they want to underestimate me, let them. I am a modern woman in an urban jungle, and if my prey can’t see me coming, that’s their own fault.>
Love it, love it, love it! That's the kind of Cat I'd have loved to see in the series!
Clara wondered how many people at the Daily Planet fell for Cat’s leopard spots. She was willing to bet pretty much everyone but Perry.
Maybe even Perry.
Probably not. He's not the Editor in Chief of the world's greatest newspaper because he can yodel...
“There was this reporter a while ago, Claudia. She was from France. Anyway, apparently she and Louie spent a night getting really cozy, if you know what I mean. The next day, Claudia was telling everyone about Lou’s mommy issues and claiming he was a one minute man. Come to think of it, that probably didn’t help his shining personality any.”
Claudia? Couldn't it have been Claudine or Claudette? Anyway, I like this kind of twist.
Clara came out from behind the screen, wincing in sympathy. “Poor Lou.”
Cat snorted. “Poor everybody else. We’re the ones who have to deal with him.
Gotta love Cat's pragmatism here.
Clara started to protest, but Cat held up a hand. “You can pay me back by being my emergency seamstress, alright?” She winked. “Now get going, so we’ll have time. And call Louie and tell him to pick you up at my place. He knows where it is.”
That gave Clara pause. “Have you and Lou… you know?”
Cat patted her hand. “No, but not for lack of trying on my part. You’ve gotten further with Louie in one day than I have in five years.”
Clara blushed yet again, but Cat was kind enough to pretend not to notice.
Wait, no stories about bongo drums and swinging from the chandelier for half the night?
Cat must be really warming up to Clara. Nice touch. Very nice touch.
Making a decision, Clara took the glasses off and put them in her purse. “I don’t absolutely need them. I can see well enough to get around, I just won’t be able to see details.”
Very interesting. I don't know what's going to happen with her alter ego, but it sure is going to be different.
Making a decision, Clara took the glasses off and put them in her purse. “I don’t absolutely need them. I can see well enough to get around, I just won’t be able to see details.”
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