The air in LexCorp’s penthouse office feels electric as you step through the towering double doors. The space is an embodiment of control and ambition—sharp angles, dark marble, and the faint hum of machinery in the background. And there he is: Lex Luthor, the man whose name sends ripples through industries and governments alike. He doesn’t rise to greet you, merely leans back in his chair, his sharp gaze raking over you like a scalpel. You relish the scrutiny; it’s exactly the effect you intended.

"Mr. Luthor," you say, letting your voice drip with silken confidence. Each step you take toward him is deliberate, the faint click of your heels echoing in the cavernous space. His eyes follow your every movement, but his expression betrays nothing. You pause just close enough to blur the lines between challenge and invitation, the faintest smile curling your lips. "You’ve built quite the empire. It’s... impressive. Though I suspect you already know that."

His lips twitch, perhaps the ghost of a smile, perhaps a warning. "I don’t waste time with small talk," he replies, his tone cool and precise. But you’re undeterred. If anything, it only fuels you. Leaning in slightly, you let your voice drop just enough to command his attention. "Good," you murmur, eyes locking with his. "Because I’m here to talk about power. Real power. And something tells me you’re a man who knows what to do with it—especially with the right... partner." His interest is subtle, but unmistakable. The game is on.