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reportcrlady:

She follows Cat’s movements as she reaches out for a drink, though decided against picking one up for herself—— no matter how much she might have been able to use it.

❛❛ ——wouldn’t that make things easy for you? Last I heard, CatCo wasn’t big on reporting actual news. I’m sure you’d love having me here, telling me what to do. ❜❜

Her free hand waves away the notion. A lesser woman would snort.

“Your friend, James Olson, would disagree. As well as Clark Kent. He came to see me a few weeks ago. Even wrote a piece,”

Cat takes a sip of her drink, all smug, curling lips.

“Seems like you’re the only one who doesn’t realize that all roads lead to Cat Grant.”

#reportcrlady #v: undetermined

girlcftomorrow:

With that little bit of alone time on the way to Noonan’s and back, Kara calmed herself down. She was just going to drop this off in Cat’s office and then get out because she didn’t know how much more she could handle right now. Even in her calmer state. “Here you are, Ms. Grant. Everything just how you like it.” She announced as she walked into the woman’s office and gently placed the bag and the drink down on the desk. “Is there anything else that I can do for you?” Somehow it came out completely sincere which surprised the Kryptonian because she was expecting it to be just the tiniest bit bitter.

Kira’s kindness always manages to knock her for a loop. Any other employee would still be fuming over their argument, but Kira comes back to the office with a smile and too much sincerity. If she were anyone else Cat would fire her. As it is, she finds herself calming and being able to level her protege with something akin to a gentle smirk.

“Kira, sit,” she gestures to the empty chair in front of her desk.

“How about I do something for you?” A once in a lifetime offer if there ever was one.

#girlcftomorrow #v: ceo

snarkiisms:

He can see her thinking it over, weighing the pros against the cons. He already knows there are more of the former than the latter; at the risk of a cliche, Len tends to make offers people can’t refuse.

Drop the gun. A smile. They both know the gun isn’t really the threat here–his or hers. “Tell you what. I’ll stash mine, if you stash yours. Wouldn’t want that perfectly-manicured trigger finger getting itchy while we’re having our little meeting of the minds.”

He’s not concerned, really. Why shoot him, when he’s offering something so valuable? It helps to know Mick’s not far, ready and waiting to drop in if things get dicey. Always have a backup plan, and Mick makes for a pretty reassuring plan b.

“As for the quality of the goods, I’m afraid we’re going to have to embrace a little mutual assumption of risk. You don’t know my story’s legit; I don’t know your contact is going to pan out. But it’s in both our best interests to deliver. Who knows? Maybe we could make this a long term arrangement.”

Cat blinks, the only sign she’s nonplussed for a moment. So, he saw the gun in her bag.

Well, good. Then he knows he should not trifle with her.

She lowers her purse to the ground slowly, making a show of keeping her hands raised in the defensive. Cat wants this. This story, this contact, this whole exchange to go smoothly. It would be terrible really, if her attempt to show complicity led to her death. What a horrible way to go.

“Your turn.” Cat returns to standing, relaxing into her usual hip-cocking nonchalance.

Turning her eyes from examining her manicure to meet his gaze, Cat levels him with a look.

“Whether or not my contact delivers on what you need isn’t my responsibility. I will connect you, but I do not get involved with the mob. I’m happy to connect you, but I prefer my association to remain anonymous.”

His death wish does not concern her, as long as she gets what she needs.

#snarkiisms

jxsontodd:

He’s squinting suspiciously under the mask at the woman, reminded of exactly why he doesn’t like journalists—he never got the fascination half the Justice League seems to have with them—because they’re on par with mob bosses. Carry themselves with a certain type of arrogance. Like they know something you don’t, and nothing on god’s green earth is going to make them ‘fess up.

Worse, because no matter what you say, they can spin it to be what they needed to hear. Which would be impressive if he didn’t have such a bad public relations problem.

Still, he takes the card on the off chance that she might come in useful at some point. Weirder things have happened. “Pray tell, what exactly do you get out of this?”

Because she’s that sort of person, he can smell it on her—anything that isn’t going to benefit her isn’t worth her time. The kind of person who probably has the determination and resourcefulness to become a really annoying supervillain, if they were so inclined.

He of course leaves out the part where this is a very temporary visit and this entire too cheerful city can kiss his ass.

Pray tell. What an archaic phrase. Tall, red, and grumpy got more interesting by the second.

Cat taps a finger against her lip, a smile playing under the manicured nail. She likes him despite his menace. He has that conglomeration of contradictions that makes for good reading. An anti-hero who could barely keep his contempt for his rescued out of his voice. Why bother with hero-ing at all, then? Obviously there was a sense of obligation that drove him to continue his work. Where did that come from?

“Kiddo, if you don’t know how interesting you are then I feel sorry for you.”

She parries lightly. Cat has no need to drive him away. Someone needs to entertain her while she waits for the police to come. Nothing better to keep her attention than a potential cover story.

#jxsontodd #v: ceo

danidraws

Supergirl, a summary

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#finely drawn #alternate reality #i see the hero in queue

girlcftomorrow:

Cat would never treat Clark that way and it pisses Kara off. She just needed to take a few deep breaths. This was not her job anymore. Cat wants her to be a reporter and then she shoves her out to go and get her a burger?! No! She was trying to contain her annoyance once again, but she was physically shaking, teeth gritted, hands balled up into fists. “I —.” Se was cut off and that only made the war inside of her rage on. “Crystal.” She replied simply. “Now may I go get your lunch?” She was trying so damn hard not to just explode, she didn’t look calm at all but her voice was steady as she spoke.

Content in their conclusion, Cat takes her papers to her couch and lounges. Kira may not like her methods but she needed to learn. Containing her emotions came hand in hand with investigative reporting. How many times Cat would have liked to beat a handsy celebrity over the head with her notepad--well, if she had a nickel for each occurrence she would be even richer.

Bias, even righteous anger, had no place in the pages of Cat Co. magazine.

“You may go.” Cat waves her off with her words, her focus returning to the quarterly stock report.

#girlcftomorrow #v: Declawed #well written (end)

geneticiism:

“…Kara, yes.”

Kara had mentioned Cat Grant before and also her…special ways of dealing with people. Just from Kara´s description she had reminded Caitlin of her own mother, so she wasn´t exactly keen on meeting her, but here they were.

“Right. Sorry. My name is Dr. Caitlin Snow.” She extended her hand to the woman, even if she wasn´t going to be shook.

Well, well. There is for to Caitlin Snow than met the eye. The young woman holds out her hand and Cat rises partially out of her chair to give her a firm shake. She can certainly appreciate someone who doesn’t back down.

“The pleasure is all yours, I’m sure.”

Cat returns to her seat with all the grace of a panther.

“What brings you after my intrepid assistant?”

#geneticiism #v: ceo

loyalagent:

Agent Vasquez didn’t react to the heavy sarcasm carried in Cat’s words. She respected the woman and maybe felt a little intimidated by her -she wasn’t showing any of it though- but a job was a job, and she never stood against an order before. She wasn’t planning on starting that day even if Cat Grant didn’t like the idea.

“ I’m sorry, ma'am. But my orders were clear. You’re stuck with me until things cool off. Meanwhile, I promise to stay out of your way unless it’s strictly necessary. ” Always the dutiful agent, Vasquez looked determined and unalterable.

Like any good no-name government suit, the woman gives no indication of hearing her disparagement. Oh, Cat is going to enjoy this. While Kara’s high strung emotions might be endearing, pushing Agent Generic to react was a challenge.

Fun for all.

Cat snorts. “Cool off”. Cute.

“While your attempts at puns are cute, Woman in Black, I don’t appreciate you or your attempts at humor. Time to go.”

She shoos the agent off with her hands.

#loyalagent #v: ceo

the-negasonic-teenage-warheads

Supergirl text posts 2/?

#byline #alternate reality #I see the hero in queue

snarkiisms:

Leonard Snart is not an unreasonable man. Quite the opposite, actually. He’s not interested in dirtying his hands unnecessarily, and he doesn’t make a habit of offering assets before they’ve had a chance to be useful. So instead of squeezing the trigger–arguably the easier way to resolve this little rendez-vous–he offers a patient smile.

“I’m not sure you’re getting the picture. Let me clarify: we’re not talking a heist that hasn’t happened. We’re talking a heist that happened, oh, forty-six hours ago. Still waiting for the word to get round, but when it does … well, I’d say it would make a hell of a story. If you had the details.”

He’s keeping an eye on the clock. Time is precious to him; he’s not interested in wasting it. “Let’s make this short and sweet. Can you give me what I want, or can’t you? Deal or no deal? Feel free to turn me down. I won’t be mad. Just … disappointed.”

Clever, clever man. Either he has knowledge of the robbery or, more likely, he committed it himself. Of course, there is still unknowns. If he stole just a few hundred dollars from a bank, then she’s traded a dangerous contact for nothing.

And yet--

If what he offers is as good as he promises, she has a story for the ages for no more than a phone number. At least a month can be dedicated to a heist like this. Who did it? Why did the police miss it? What technology was used to complete it?

Cat Co. Magazine would become the most renowned investigative magazine in the nation.

“I can give you what you want. But right now I have no guarantee about the quality of the story.”

“Drop the gun. Let’s talk.”

#snarkiisms #v: undetermined

girlcftomorrow:

Why was Cat so irritating?! It was like the only mission in her life right now was to get under Kara’s skin and provoke her into becoming angry. Cat didn’t understand. She really didn’t. If Kara blew up, something would be damaged, and not just physically. She was already at the doorway when Cat called out to her about a burger. Her head turned and she paused in mid step. “Excuse me?” No, that was what Eve was for. Kara wasn’t Cat’s little monkey anymore. “Eve is sitting here without anything important to do, I think that she should go and get your food. I have a story to write, about Supergirl.” Did she want a report or not?

A single eyebrow shoots up towards her hairline. Well, there is the steel that Cat was looking for. Too bad Kira focuses her ire on her boss rather than on something productive. Oh, like her job.

Cat rises from her desk chair and approaches Kira. The purse of her lips will brook no argument.

“Now, Kira. You are a cub reporter, one without even a chair in the bullpen. Yes, I know about that,” she cuts the younger woman off before she can get started.

“So I will give you this one warning: never speak to me like that again or you will find yourself on the cold outside of this building where no one will ever hire you to be an assistant’s assistant, let alone a reporter.

“Clear enough for you?”

#girlcftomorrow #v: ceo

viindicat:

“ it has, hasn’t it, cat? ” there’s a bit of a teasing lilt to his voice.

“So long that I have to wonder what you’re doing here now.“

Despite the harsh words, her own tone is soft. Cat likes Malcolm. She likes him even more when he brings her stories.

#viindicat #v: undetermined

shrewdvisionary:

“Fine, you caught me,” he said raising his hands in mock defeat. “I wanted to surprise you by leaving this and making a graceful exit before you saw me, but I suppose I’ve failed.” Another lie; he actually wanted to be caught, to have a chance to talk to her.

Max carefully pulled a small velvet blue ring box from his pocket and, extending his palm, he presented it to her. “If I remember correctly, a day like today, we won’t say how many years ago, you freed yourself from Perry White. A milestone like that merits annual celebration, doesn’t it?”

She doesn’t trust his easy acquiescence. Max has neither given in nor up, and to just leave a gift on her desk without a word is not his style. In fact, the last time he sent her something sans explanation saved her mind controlling aliens.

Yes, Cat did used to like how far ahead of everyone else he was.

“You do know that the Trojan horse was a gift.”

Cat doesn’t open the box, preferring to face off with Max. No telling what he would do with her back turned. Probably plant a bug or rearrange her office. Equally nefarious.

“I wouldn’t have expected you to keep track of my milestones.”

#shrewdvisionary #v: undetermined

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“Lionel! It’s a pleasure to see you after so long.”