@lexwill aka lex luthor liked for a starter
❛ listen, half-pint. i’m going to be straight with you because frankly, i don’t give enough of a shit to do anything else. ❜ she has the research she was contracted for. meticulous pictures, schedules, log-in times from a journalist’s computer corresponding to events with a certain kind of... stamp... attributed to them. the headlines write themselves: superman, the untold story.
she shifts on her feet, hands digging into the pockets of her jacket. her eyes tilt askance as though she can’t bring herself to look at the man bankrolling half her whiskey stash. her weight rolls to the toes of her boots, to the heels, & back again.
this could be ME next.
it’s all she can think & it makes her swallow a sour, dry-mouthed roil of bile that comes shooting up from her belly at the very concept. seedy comes with the job. she has seen more behind the curtains of those who think no one is looking that she can safely count on her fingers & toes.
but this
this is something else.
❛ i don’t like the way this is headed. ❜ she blurts it out, looks at him cold & solid as she can manage. her bottom lip juts with a petulance that dares him to tell her to say anything to the contrary. ❛ so unless you can give me some goddamn reason as to why i’m trailing around a big blue boy scout around with a camera, i’m going to recuse myself from this case. capiche? ❜
