And here we go again!
“Lois, I’m really sorry about your island vacation,” Perry apologized to her over the telephone. “I’m sure you’re too overwrought to put words…”
Because there weren’t any Mai Ties?
I was just being recruited as an unwilling sex slave,”
Isn’t that kind of redundant? Well, I guess there is role play. And in ancient times, people sold themselves into slavery. But then, she doesn’t have Clark to correct her.
“Two whole weeks? On vacation? You?” Perry couldn’t hide his disbelief.
Umm…sorry, Perry. They killed Lois and sent back a clone.
“Why? Does some other psycho billionaire that I don’t know about got it out for me?”
It’s Tuesday, so yeah, proably.
Glancing through the peep-hole, she saw a large pizza box. “I ordered Chinese!” she said to the person on the other side of the door.
Great. Billionaire outside.
“No, thank you,” she said through the door, not opening it. “I gave at the office.”
Michael
