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Kara wasn’t sure how she had drawn the short straw on this. Well, the figurative short straw. In the literal sense, she had just been the last one to call dibs on a story to write about because no one else wanted to write about Gotham’s infamous socialite and Kara hadn’t exactly been paying that much attention when assignments were being handed out because she was too busy listening to someone down in HR complaining about how James was ruining the company and so on and so forth. So she had ended up with this interview.
It was fine. It was good. Kara had a good handle on this. She had dealt with Cat Grant, who was infamously difficult to work for and often made her employees cry, for several years and made it out alive. She could do this. One tiny little interview, a few soundbites, and then she’d be done. Go back to the office, type up a little puff piece about Kate Kane, then done.
Except for the fact that Kara wasn’t entirely sure what to expect. Had she actually agreed to the interview? Was Kara about to barge in on her? would she laugh Kara out of the room?
From what she had seen, Ms. Kane was intimidating to say the least. And Kara was starting to worry that she was the worst person to send to do this because sweet and accommodating Kara Danvers wasn’t exactly a good choice for this. She had gone with a more professional look today, at least, opting for a pale blue blouse and black pants and low heeled boots.
The restaurant, thankfully, wasn’t too busy and it was easy to find her target. “Ms. Kane?” she asked as she stepped over to her and offered her her hand. “Kara Danvers, reporter from CatCo.”