Hi,
Great part.
Would Lois recognize the old Kent's farm house of her visions.
“Please, call me James. And if you had any fears that you didn’t have a job waiting for you, let me quell them for you right now. If you want your former position as senior journalist back, you’re hired. Your reputation precedes you.”
Lois smiled broadly at the prodigal businessman. “Thanks, Mr – James. I’m afraid that I’m a bit rusty. I’d like to work with a partner for awhile, if that’s okay.”
James grinned. “I think I know of someone you’ll work well with, then,” he said, winking at Clark.
Yes!
Buoyed by a newfound sense of self-confidence, Lois gave Clark a “watch this” smile and waltzed over to his desk. Sensing Lois’ presence, he looked up from his writing, his mouth agape. “I’ll call you right back,” he told his source. Standing up, he appraised Lois’ slimmer figure. “I heard you were coming back, Lois. You really look great.”
“Stowe it, Michaud. I’ve had a lot of time to think about you and how you treated me. I’m here to tell you that Lois Lane isn’t gonna be your whipping post anymore. Watch your backside. See ya around.” Lois turned on her heels, grabbed Clark by the arm, and walked away, smiling gleefully.
“So, Clark, where’s my desk?”
Lois is going to make is life a leaving hell.
More ASAP, please.
MAF
