Who would have thought that he was not only a libido-infested ego masquerading as a man, but the son of Calvin Montgomery masquerading as a coffee boy?
Ah, ok. I was torn as to whether I believed he was Clavin or just an associate.
There had to be a reason behind Calvin Montgomery's sudden, temporary, and unpublicised move to Metropolis. And there had to be a reason why the heir to the second biggest inheritance in the United States was working in a coffee booth on the ground floor of the Daily Planet building.
They're playing Undercover Boss?
(US reality tv show where bosses go undercover in their own companies and do menial tasks to see how the company is running.)
Jed Montgomery's favourite topic was Jed Montgomery.
Well, at least she realized that he *was* trying to plan something.
No imagination on earth could be powerful enough to trick her into believing she was dancing with Clark.
"How many attempts?" Lois asked. "Five? Six?"
"Eight," he admitted.
Cute, amusing, and sweet little fic! I enjoyed every moment of it!
