Hi Evie!
/eyes FDK notes/
Hope I didn’t clog your FDK-reply pipeline
He didn’t know it yet, but he was definitely flying her to Milan for those new heels after this was over.
Chapter 11
Two days later.
Two days later, the Superman Foundation declared Chapter Eleven
The clock along the wall from the elevator hit the ‘one’ for the second time in Lois’ work day.
Oops?
“Hi, Jimmy,” Superman said, in as non-Clark a voice as he could muster in the all too-familiar settings.
Let’s hope he won’t bring Lois fresh coffee, massage her shoulders, or sit-lean on her desk while editing her copy.
“The meeting is set for tonight,” he said urgently.
“I know that!”
“I need to pick one.”
“I know–” she snapped back.
They sound like there’s more going on than a simple business relationship.
CAT: I can get my stories without sleeping with the subject.
LOIS: /raises eyebrow/
CAT: Although it’s way more fun if I don’t.
I don’t go right now, I’ll lose them both!”
She hesitated, digging for that reporter’s instinct that she trusted not to fail her.
“Lois!” he interrupted her concentration.
“I don’t know!” she all but shouted back.
Things are gonna snap.
He’d struck her as someone who wore his demons close to the vest, but not someone who was morally bankrupt.
He is having an illicit thing with a criminal. There’s also rumors about amorous liaisons with organized crime as well as orchids. Although, if earlier mentioned criminal would give credit to those other rumors, he would suddenly be involved in a homicide investigation as the main attraction.
A liar, maybe… But despotic? …not quite.
He keeps his footman up at the most ungodly hours of the day.
Everything in her mind screamed at her that Wayne felt like the wrong mark.
He dresses young boys in thights and chases with them through the night.
“Stay safe,” she said on impulse.
His eyebrow quirked.
“If one corrupt millionaire had kryptonite, they all might,” she expanded, unable to quell a worry that she didn’t understand.
Apparently, she hadn’t yet broken through the mere 23 layers of shell corporations set up to disguise the purchase of kryptonite.
Even knowing they could be following a dead end,she couldn’t shake the feeling that this whole investigation was coming to a sudden head.
There’s still some parts left. I’m guessing Chow is a dead end and the billionaire with the interest in trading exotic weapons systems is a much more likely candidate. After all, he does have close relations to a central Asian crime syndicate.
“Wow,” said Jimmy’s awed voice behind her. “I didn’t know we were working with Superman.”
Yes, it’s how Lois manages to get all those highly placed pieces of evidence.
She shook her head ruefully. Then again, after that patented Clark-and-Lois newsroom exchange, she should be grateful that their only witness was the king-of-missing-the-obvious.
Actually, it was updated the day before your wedd— I mean, the day before Luthor jump— uh, here, take a look.”
The day before Clark took back his declaration of love.
LOIS:
She pieced that together. So the ‘antique’ code had been replaced by ‘fertilizer.’ Why would Lex have changed his code for this on the day before his wedding?
Maybe because he anticipated getting about 200lbs of fertilizer on that day? Either that or because of the amount of natural fertilizer he was burying Lois with so she would marry him.
She’d noticed that he was always cagey about the details when conversation about that day came up,
‘cagey’
“It’s down on Baxter Avenue,” he said, reading from the screen.
X marks the spot, she thought.
She was already racing to her desk to grab her coat and keys before the thought was complete in her mind, heart in her throat.
She should leave directions for Superman to find her without her screaming for help.
She punched the button for the elevator. “Baxter Avenue!”
/Waits for Evie to get back from Baxter Avenue/
Michael
Anyway, Lois is back in action, throwing herself into the frying pan. She'll be hunting for a green glow in the next chapter
also Yay 
