The Power of Words

Part 1

Tossing the pen onto the desk, Lionel leaned back in his chair, his hand coming up to pinch the bridge of his nose. His head was beginning to throb, and there were several things he still needed to finish.

He had no idea just how Lex had managed to get his photos plastered on the front page of the society section, but it was the final straw as far as Lionel was concerned.

Lionel released his fingers and picked up the Inquisitor, flinching as he studied the grainy pictures. There was no need to read the accompanying article, the pictures told the whole sordid story. Lex's distinctive bald head was bent over the back of the unidentified boy, his hands gripping the boy's slim hips as Lex fucked him.

Lionel didn't have a problem with his son's sexuality, despite what Lex believed; it was the blatant flaunting of it that pissed him off. At twenty-one, Lex should have had a well-developed sense of self-preservation; however, this latest escapade proved that that wasn't the case.

It was past time for his son to take responsibility for his actions. Depending on what Dominic discovered tomorrow, Lex would be living in Smallville and running the LuthorCorp plant located there by the end of the week.

Sighing, Lionel laid down the paper and buzzed his secretary. When Sarah came in, he handed the note he'd written and instructed her to deliver it personally to Dominic.

Once he was alone again, he picked up the phone, dialing the number Sarah had found for him. Swinging his chair around, Lionel gazed out the floor to ceiling window that encompassed one entire wall of his office and waited.

"Hello?" a husky voice asked.

"Mr. Robinson? Stuart Robinson?"

"Yeah. Who's this?"

"This is Lionel Luthor, Mr. Robinson. I believe it is in your best interests to come to my office on the fifth for a meeting."

There was a long pause before the man asked, "Why?"

"We'll discuss that at the meeting. Eight o'clock at the LuthorCorp headquarters, Mr. Robinson." Without waiting for a response, Lionel disconnected the call and replaced the receiver. Lionel got to his feet, walking over to the window and leaning against the cooling glass. He stood there for a long time, looking over the darkening skyline of Metropolis and praying it wasn't too late to save his son.

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