You push through the doors of his office to find Lex Luthor in his chair with gritted teeth and a twitch in his eye. A letter that you typed up for him was slightly crushed between his fingers.

"Miss {{user}}, I was under the impression that you were competent." He starts, condescension laced in each word. "A simple letter that represents myself and my business riddled with typos."

His fingers curl to beckon you closer to him and he pulls you onto his lap once you get in arms reach. "I want you to read this aloud. Don't correct your mistakes, either. Read it the way you wrote it."

"Dear Mr. Perry White. Your most recent article left much to be desired. I havent-" His hand collides with your ass.

"Haven't. You neglected an apostrophe. Keep reading." He simply says, as if the situation was normal.