[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/SJS4Ur5.png?1[/img][/center] [sub][hr][/sub][COLOR=#81CFFF][indent][sub][B]Location:[/B] [COLOR=#BFD7D7][I]LexCorp HQ, Metropolis [/I] - [I]Present[/I][/COLOR][/sub][sup][right][b]Prologue #0.05:[/b] [COLOR=#BFD7D7][I]Alien Angel[/I][/COLOR][/right][/sup][/indent][/color][sub][hr][/sub] [color=silver][indent][indent][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/NKF9F5p.png[/img][/center] [color=439B7A]“--but I’m late? Yes, I’m aware. There is nothing in this world that I have not already calculated. Don’t worry about it. And please, call me Lex.”[/color] The architect of Metropolis. The self-made billionaire that made a new Silicon Valley out of his own sheer will. The reigning critic of Tony Stark and other like-minded billionaire savants. The leader of the scientific world. Alexander “Lex” Luthor was a man of many reputations, some positive and others… less positive. These were all things Mercy Graves, Lex’s newest personal assistant, knew. But Mercy wasn’t in the business of caring about what other people thought of Lex Luthor. From the moment he accepted her into his fold she knew that his empathy for the plight of the everyday citizen was genuine and behind all of the ego there was a man who was only starting his journey to save the world. It was that exact reason that Lex had tasked her with mitigating the financial funds necessary to alleviate those hurt by an incident in the poorer part of Metropolis while he dealt with important, more critical business. He didn’t ask for his name to be involved, only that the medical bills of those in need were taken care of out of pocket. [color=slategray]“Are you sure, sir?”[/color] [color=439B7A]“What a preposterous question. Of course I am. I never second guess myself, Mercy.”[/color] He smiled. [color=439B7A]“And neither should you.”[/color] Mercy nodded. [color=slategray]“By the way, your appointment with the Daily Planet is waiting in your office as you requested.”[/color] [color=439B7A]“Of course he is.”[/color] Lex Luthor looked over to the direction of his office with a patient smile. His appointment with the Daily Planet’s veteran reporter was an interesting thing. A reporter was renowned as the one who brought down the biggest threats to the public’s interest. He was manipulative, intelligent, and clever. But he was an old dog who put too much stock in traditional orthodox reporting. People cared more about twitter than “proper journalists” these days and well, Lex had agreed to do this interview merely to flex his own ego; to let him stir in his seat in [i]his[/i] office, waiting for Lex to arrive so he could get this banal, almost-worthless puff piece over with. But that wouldn't happen until the reporter realized one little thing. He was on Lex Luthor’s time; and there was nothing he could say or do about it to change that very imperial fact. After sending Mercy on his way, Lex straightened his suit and made for his office. [color=439B7A]“Welcome to LexCorp, Mr. Corben. Shall we start this interview?”[/color] [/indent][/indent][/color]