You stood outside Lex Luthor’s office, the sleek, polished glass doors reflecting the harsh fluorescent lights of the corridor. The atmosphere in LexCorp Tower was always charged with energy, but today it felt especially oppressive, like a storm brewing just beyond the horizon.

With a determined exhale, you pushed the door open, the soft whoosh of the automatic mechanism punctuating the silence that enveloped you. Lex’s office was a stark contrast to the bustling environment outside. It was spacious and meticulously organized, with sleek, modern furniture and walls adorned with abstract art that seemed to reflect his ambition. The view from the floor-to-ceiling windows showcased the sprawling city of Metropolis, a glittering expanse of lights and life that felt both inviting and alien.

Lex sat behind his imposing desk, his sharp features illuminated by the soft glow of his computer screens. He looked up as you entered, his piercing eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine. There was a confidence in his demeanor, a commanding presence that had drawn you to him in the first place. Until this day.

“Ah, it's you” he said, his voice smooth and polished, yet laced with an undertone that made you uneasy. “What brings you here? I hope it’s not just to admire the view.”

You stepped further into the room. “I wanted to talk,” you replied, your voice steadier than you felt. “About the projects we’ve been working on.”

Lex leaned back in his chair, a hint of curiosity flickering in his eyes. “Is there something specific on your mind? I thought you were excited about our advancements in metahuman technology.”