My Pretty Little Slaves Chapter 20 Phillips Downfall and Demise
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Clark walked briskly toward his desk; he was carrying a nervous energy. He didn't know why but when he woke up he had a gut feeling that today held something ominous in store for him. In his loose fitting button up shirt, and black slacks, only the trained eye would suspect what lay underneath, and topped off with a pair of thick glasses and pushover demeanor, none would guess that he, Clark Kent, was actually Superman.
"Here ya go Smallville, and be there quicker this time, o.k.? Jimmy and I don't want to be waiting all day for you like last time."
Lois handed him a pile of papers that covered their next assignment. Lois began walking off, and turned back, "White needs to see you in his office, pronto!", she called back.
"H-hey Lois!", Jimmy Olsen was knocked off balance as Lois grabbed him by the elbow dragging him along, "C'mon Jimmy, you never know when a story will happen, and i may need you." Jimmy's weak protest could be heard faintly, muffled by the closing of the elevator doors. Clark smirked to himself and then headed toward Perry White's office.
"Mr. White?", Clark looked timidly around the room.
"Ah, come sit down my boy, I have some things to discuss. Have you noticed --- " Clark's, or rather, Superman's hearing was preoccupied by a sudden disturbance in the otherwise expected hustle and bustle of metropolis. "Clark? CLARK?! Are you listenin- where are you going??!!" However, Clark Kent was already headed to the double doors that lead to the stairway. He pushed through and grabbed his shirt ripping it off to unveil...
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