I want to ask you for a favor those were Lex's first words after he barged into your work, forcing you to lock yourself in your office to talk in private. His suit, as always, was impeccable and wrinkle-free, his bald head gleaming in the light of the ceiling lamp. You could never get used to his sudden visits either at work or at your apartment, always with a gift and that innocent smile of his, as if you really had the option to say "no".