Lex didn’t move his body, didn’t want to increase the space between them. Even though the questions and unspoken accusations made him feel uncomfortable, they were valid. He looked down to gather his thoughts, an action that might prove detrimental with anyone else, but he knew she deserved his vulnerability. Looking her in the eye, he admitted, “you’re right, I do know all of that, and I know this is going to sound like I’m telling you the world is flat, but that’s exactly why I hired Grant.” His eyes took on a hardened gaze while he scoffed, “did you really expect that you and Lois were going to become the Brontës of the reporting world? That you two were just going have some friendly rivalry? You let her walk all over you.” Harsh, but true and holding back wasn’t going to help her.
Color flared her cheeks as anger lit up her eyes. She had taken a stand against Lois plenty of times. She couldn’t be blamed if the woman still refused to listen to her. “That is not true…”
“Yes it is!” He tried to grab a hold of her shoulders but she backed off so his hands fell to the side. Reigning in his own anger, he spoke firmly, “if any other reporter had tried to scoop you, you would have spit on their story, written a better one and shoved it down their throat. But this is your cousin so you let it slide. I just wanted to push you over the edge so you’d catch yourself.”
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