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Clark didn't plan on staying for a while, he wanted to get in and out as fast as he could. As much as he enjoyed his job as a reporter, he didn't enjoy interviewing celebrities. He felt there were more deserving reporters that worked for The Daily Planet who would rather be interviewing the famous Bruce Wayne more than he really wanted to. He was only chosen because he wasn't really too impressed by most celebrities and half the time could care less what they did. He only cared about what was going on when they were about to harm other innocent people or themselves. He just continued to keep his coat on and only sat down, because he wasn't too sure how long he would have to talk to Bruce.

The reporter didn't say a word, he had already asked his question and expected that if the billionaire knew the answer, he would answer it when he was ready. Unless the conversation started to drift off track too long, Clark didn't really have a reason to care too much. The question would be answered eventually, whether it was from Bruce Wayne or from the board later one, when Clark actually convinced his boss that it was best to talk to them about moving into Metropolis. He didn't expect he'd get too much out of the owner, since it seemed that he just cared more about the inheritance than anything else, but that's what it looked like. He wasn't going to completely dismiss the possibility of Bruce being intelligent and know what's going on with his company.

Clark watched as Bruce walked about the room, he had to admit that the man did have a bit of grace to him still. He wasn't too sure what kind of grace, but even the way he walked just screamed celebrity. He could see why all the women in this world wanted a chance to date Bruce, with the looks and the money he had it was almost hard to refuse any kind of invitation given. He wondered how many women Bruce actually did go on dates with on a regular basis and if there would be an end to it. Was there anything else he thought about or was it all about this whole playboy life style? Did he ever actually just want to live a normal life, or was this the plan from the beginning? Clark shook his head, these things made no difference at the moment, he wasn't around to discuss Bruce's personal matters.

"Th-thanks," Clark muttered when Bruce sat the wine down on the small table beside him. He didn't plan on actually drinking it, he didn't drink too much and especially not in the middle of the day. He had no reason to do such a thing and he was working after all. He just looked at Bruce and waited for an answer as his mind started to wander onto other topics that had nothing to do with what he was sent for.

Bruce finally answered the question, and Clark had written a few notes down, making sure that everything was written down word for word. When he talked about his board had told him what he was talking about, that made Clark want to roll his eyes, but he restrained himself. It wasn't like Bruce went to watch the company all the time and figure out everything that was going on with ever small decision. "Alright, what do think about the competition? What about Lex Corp? How does your company plan to stand against Lex Luthor's?" Clark asked, continuing on with his questioning.