Yay a rewrite, I love those! /me dances
"Oh. Um, let me look at my schedule." Lois tucked the phone mouthpiece under her chin and reached across the desk for her calendar. It was empty. She brought the phone back up to her mouth. "Gosh, I'm sorry, Lex, but I just can't. An investigative reporter's work is never done, you know.
HAR
You go, girlfriend! Keep that good-for-nothing billionaire in his place.
Jen
