Chapter 12: Lady Grant

Metropolitan International Airport.

Today's metropolis is cloudless, and the clear sky is sprinkled with boundless golden light, reflecting the airport runway dazzlingly. The passenger plane came and went with a loud roar, spreading its wings and flying high into the blue sky like a big Peng.

Jay followed his father to the airport, biting on a sandwich from the airport convenience store for lunch. He asked: "So, we ran from the Planet Daily in such a hurry, are there any big people we are going to meet?"

Mr. Reynolds said: "Ms. Kate Grant, who was also a member of the Planet Daily, worked as an assistant for Perry for a while, but...well... let's just say that, they It was not very pleasant to get along at the time."

Jay nodded. Reminiscent of the situation when Perry's voice was so loud that passers-by on the street downstairs could hear him, he felt as if he could understand it.

"Later she resigned," Mr. Reynolds said. "She left the metropolis and moved to the city of Nashino to set up her own business, and started Catco International Media. She is a very powerful woman."

"So why did you mention her as a reaction for fear of avoiding it?"

"Have you heard it all?"

Jay spread his hands: "I didn't intend to overhear, but the soundproofing in the editor's office is not very good. In Perry's voice, I think everyone has heard it."

"Well, that's not a secret." Mr. Reynolds sighed helplessly and said, "When we mention Ms. Grant, we have to admire her personal talent and courage. She has reached the level that most of us can't match in our lives. The height of her, but... forget it, you will understand soon when you see her."

That didn't make Jay wait too long. About ten minutes later, a small personal airliner swooped down from the blue sky. It was as light as a swallow homing, and the sun shining on its white shell was pleated.

"Is that her plane?" Jay asked.

"It's definitely her plane." Mr. Reynolds said, "we should go."

Mr. Reynolds didn't expect it to be bad, and they met with the "legendary Ms. Grant" soon. She is wearing custom-made white high-heeled shoes, and her silky, brilliant blonde hair is obviously from a famous artist. She wears black sunglasses smartly, all over her body is brand-name, her steps are elegant and confident, and her body is full of high society breath.

Her assistant followed her closely. It was a girl who looked less than twenty years old, but was almost completely obscured by the brilliance of her boss. She also had blonde hair, and she carried her brown handbag in one hand-because it was obviously not an expensive brand, and in the other hand was holding a suitcase with Ms. Grant's nameplate. She might have been pretty as well-if it wasn't for the silly wide glasses on the bridge of her nose that ruined her overall look.

"Ms. Grant," Mr. Reynolds put on a warm smile that didn't come from the heart, and stretched out his hand, "Long time no see."

"Charles Reynolds." Kate Grant glanced at him contemptuously with her glasses that were almost turned over her head, and shook his hand symbolically, and said, "I guess, it's been under Perry. For many years, still no progress?"

Mr. Reynolds felt a little embarrassed, she was telling the truth. He slapped haha ​​and said, "Not everyone can compare with you. I don't have that talent after all. I might just be a reporter in this life."

Ms. Grant grunted unceremoniously, and said: "You don't have that talent, Reynolds, I told you when I left the Planet Daily. I once admired you very much, a person who dared to challenge the dark and truly did Truth struggling reporter, I thought you had a bright future at that time. But look at yourself now, look in the mirror and tell me what you see in that pair of eyes? There is nothing but a soul as numb as everyone else. "

The smile on Mr. Reynolds's face stiffened a little, he maintained an almost embarrassed and annoyed expression, but he did not refute.

Ms. Grant moved her gaze to Jay, and then she smiled again.

"This young guy is..."

"This is my son, who just graduated from high school. I asked him to do an internship in the newspaper office to learn about the society." Mr. Reynolds introduced, "His name is Jay. Jay, say hello to Ms. Grant."

"Hello, Ms. Grant."

Ms. Grant smiled and nodded, and said, "Jay? Very good, very good. I saw in your eyes what your father had when he was young. I hope you will not leave them behind when you know enough about society."

"Thank you." Jay said lightly. "Maybe you don't think he is a qualified reporter, but as far as I know, he is the best father."

Ms. Grant and Mr. Reynolds both cast unexpected glances at him, and then the former's smile became brighter. She smiled and said, "I start to like you more now."

"Thank you." Jay turned to the girl behind her with the suitcase and asked, "This is..."

"Oh, I almost forgot." Ms. Grant turned sideways and introduced, "This is my new personal assistant. Carla, say hello to everyone."

The girl heard that the topic shifted to herself, temporarily put down the suitcase, pushed the frame of the glasses on the bridge of her nose that made her look silly, and said, "Hey, my name is Carla, Carla Kent."

She stretched out her hand to Jay amicably, but Jay didn't hold it, but froze in place.

"Wait," he said, "you said your name is Carla?"

The girl was puzzled: "Yes...Yes, is there anything special about this name?"

From National City, Kara Kent... Jay can't help but twitch. He forcibly resisted the urge to see whether the opponent was wearing a tight-fitting uniform with an "s" under his coat with the x-ray, because it would be very embarrassing if she noticed it.

But this shouldn't be wrong, right? This girl is a superhero and super girl in the city of Nacino. He had always thought it was ridiculous that a pair of glasses can affect most people's recognition of a face, but now he suddenly felt that it was not that incredible.

"Are you okay?" Carla pushed the frame on the bridge of her nose awkwardly, "because you have been staring at my face."

"Ah, sorry." Jay regained his senses, and hurriedly looked away when he realized it was impolite to do so. He shook the stretched hand holding the card and explained, "You just remind me of an acquaintance."

Carla then shook hands with Mr. Reynolds. He smiled and joked: "Thank you, Carla, it must be very tiring to be Ms. Grant's help."

Carla showed her magically infectious, sunny smile, and said: "You can't imagine it at all."

"Carla?" Ms. Grant's tone seemed to rise by an octave in an instant, "You can raise your opinion in person."

Cara hurriedly retracted her smile, honestly lowered her head and dragged up the suitcase again, and stopped talking. But Jay noticed that she quietly stuck her tongue out at Ms. Grant when she was not paying attention, which made people laugh.

Back to the Planet Daily, Mr. Perry's welcome to Ms. Grant was really not enthusiastic. On the surface, they were very polite to each other, but in fact, they began to mock each other from the first sentence of the meeting. Taking even the slightest advantage can make a large amount of extra income. Jay quietly sat back to his desk and watched the two big men's quarrel from a distance. He noticed that Kara was hurriedly taking notes behind Ms. Grant, looking funny and a little cute.

After listening for more than five minutes, he finally got an idea—Ms. Grant came to the Metropolis to be invited to a grand banquet three days later, and Perry seemed to have been invited too. When Ms. Grant casually asked Carla if she had found a good partner, Carla was really taken aback.

"Me?" She pointed at herself with the end of the pen in disbelief, "Am I going to dance too?"

Ms. Grant looked at her with an unbelievable look: "Of course, Carla! Otherwise, what do you think I did to bring you from Nacino? Do you travel at public expense?"

"But I...I can't dance."

"It's always the first time," Ms. Grant said in an orderly tone.

"But I didn't even prepare an evening dress..."

"I expected it, and I rented one for you." Ms. Grant showed the triumphant look of an unknown prophet, but deliberately emphasized, "But you have to remember that you can't have even the slightest fold when you return it to me."

Cara took a deep breath, knowing that there was no way to change the boss's decision. She had never attended such a grand banquet, and she felt that she might be choked with nervousness when dancing tango on such occasions.

By the way, she won't suffocate even in a vacuum.

"Well, speaking of the prom..." Jimmy Olsen emerged from an unknown corner at this moment and said bitterly, "I don't think I can go anymore, sorry boss."

Perry raised his eyebrows: "What?"

"Committed a little old problem, I have to go to the hospital the day after tomorrow...to have a minor operation."

"What about my photographer?"

Jay tapped the door frame lightly with his knuckles at this time, reminding everyone of his arrival, and said, "Well, boss, I was thinking... Maybe I can go and be your photographer— -if you do not mind."

Why does he say this suddenly? He didn't know it himself, but he just said it, as if his head suddenly became hot in that moment. He told himself that this was definitely not because he simply wanted to get a chance to get close to the "legendary" super girl... well, maybe there is a part of this reason.

But deep down in his heart, perhaps he didn't even realize the part, he was just trying to get close to his own kind. This was the first time he had met someone like himself in six years.

Perry raised his eyebrows: "You can still take pictures?"

"Understand, I once joined the school's photography club."

This is not a lie, he has joined most of the school clubs.

"I will find an individual replacement." Perry shook his head, "Such activities are too early for the internship experience."

"But you have to be brave enough to take the first step, isn't it the boss?"

When Ms. Grant heard this, she squinted her eyes and looked at Jay. She smiled and said, "It makes sense. People should be brave to try while young. I like it. That's it. I'll get you an admission ticket, little Renault. Mr. Zi, maybe you can still be Kara's dance partner."

"Thank you, Ms. Grant." Jay said, thinking that this woman is not as bad as everyone said. He smiled at Kara, who gave him a polite smile.