Another round!
“You know I was in a meeting with Franklin Stern last Friday afternoon.”
Clark could hear Lois’ heart speed up a little, though she gave no outward sign of distress. “Yes,” Clark said, “we knew that.”
“He’s concerned about costs, of course. And he’s concerned about job performance.”
“Our job performance, Perry?” asked Lois.
I wonder what would happen when Lois gets mad about that and starts investigating Stern. What will she say when she discovers the heavy leather suit, the black cape, the full-face breathing mask...
He can’t just drop her like – like a – like I don’t know what!”
CLARK: Piece of Kryptonite.
LOIS: Huh?
CLARK: I mean, erm… I… look, you’re getting fired!
LOIS: Oh. Right. Hey!
Mr. Stern can’t have reporters on staff who can’t see what’s – what’s right in front of their faces.”
Let's how that the whole Superman thing never gets out, otherwise, the Planet would be empty in a minute.
CAT: I have always known. I just didn’t tell.
PERRY: And that makes you any less fireable because…?
“You don’t have to come with me, Clark. I know where HR is, and I’m okay to drive.”
Probably been there a lot, for all sorts of reasons (hitting staff, that whole sexual harassment situation back in February, all those safety-at-the-workplace seminars, not to forget, when she clocked that shrink a couple of weeks ago.
“Wouldn’t dream of trying to convince you do stay. I guess Eduardo and Jimmy can work on the Intergang angle.”
Burn!
Clark frowned. Giving Lois the bad news about her termination was unusual for Perry, but his comments to Clark were totally out of character. He was acting like someone else, someone completely different from the intense and focused man Clark knew he was.
Ooooh! I know that one! Brain Zombies from Mars!
Him and Lois? Undercover to investigate Intergang? Was that what was going on?
Lois is going to call him paranoid. And crazy.
Now all he had to do was convince Lois to cooperate with this crazy plan.
Instead of munching every tub of Rocky Road she can get a hold of?
And hope he’d understood what Perry was trying to tell him without telling him.
Yes, Perry knows about your relationship with Kryptonite and he's got some stashed away, just in case you don't bring his surrogate daughter home by ten, and in pristine condition, no less! Not a scratch, you hear me!
a form finalizing her latest work-related expenses – an amount which looked heavily padded to Lois
Bulletproof vest, a cell phone and a laptop don’t come cheap.
He gave ground and turned so quickly that she stumbled into his arms. “It was wrong, Lois, it was so very wrong. I won’t work for a company that treats its best reporter like this.”
She relaxed into his body for a long moment, then slowly pushed herself upright. “So you – you’re standing on principle? You’re not just trying to make me feel better?”
By beign a hard body she can push herself against?
She could see his concern for her mental stability as plain as the mole on Cat Grant’s shoulder.
Nice Cat’s choice of apparel burn there!
“Really? We need to discuss working together? Wait! Do you mean – are you trying to tell me you – you don’t want us to work together?”
“No! Not at all, Lois! This is something else altogether.”
“I know. ’It’s an entirely different kind of flying.’”
[…]
“You’re not? Then what are – oomph!”
She was pleased that he couldn’t talk while his lips were entangled with hers. Maybe she wouldn’t regret it after all.
Oooooh! They're going flying! I did not see that one coming. Nice one!
With deep reluctance and much internal conflict, Clark gently pushed her away. “Wait – Lois, wait! Please. There’s something I have to tell you.”
She pulled back slowly and gazed into his eyes. “What do you – oh. You mean – I thought you – then you don’t—”
He's already got a girl. Her name's Mayson.
She relaxed slightly and her face blanked.
Rule number 3! Rule number 3! Rule number 3!
There was no way he could sustain a close relationship with her without telling her the secret.
Well, she might wonder about the perfume and lady hair in his hair when he gets home late at night.
He had to make a choice – keep lying to her or tell her everything.
And he couldn’t wait any longer.
He’s moving fast!
She was scared of tomorrow, where she would work,
Clark's living room table.
Clark's apartment.
where she would sleep that night and nights in the near future,
Clark's bed.
and she was scared of what Clark was about to say.
CLARK:
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LOIS: See! That's why I'm scared!
She was afraid that she’d lose everything and end up living on the street, pushing a rusty dinged-up shopping cart with all of her meager possessions piled up in it.
Nah. She could always work as a highpriced escort.
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