『𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙄 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙄 𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙨 p̷a̷i̷n̷ 』

‘𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒋𝒖𝒎𝒑 𝑰 𝒋𝒖𝒎𝒑, 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕?’

Those words always held entirely too much meaning for the Luthor to ever mutter since— her (𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐫) best friends betrayal. It’s been years and yet, it bleeds like a fresh wound. No matter how much whisky she drinks. No matter the times she drowns herself endlessly in her endeavor to clear her family name. To make the Luthor legacy something more than the torrential downpour of hate it’s become.

Those words haunt her each and every day. Awake and asleep. The women’s face painted so freshly in the forefront of the raven haired CEO’s mind.

‘𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒋𝒖𝒎𝒑 𝑰 𝒋𝒖𝒎𝒑, 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕?’

That’s when the women’s face appeared clear as day on her screen. Her heart instantly raced and dropped simultaneously at the same time. How was she able to still do this even after all of these years. There was a gentle shake of her head. Digits lazily grasping her glass of scotch. Van Horne, just like those many years ago.

Lena wasn’t one to really move on to forgive. To let the one women she 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙙 more than anything—anyone on the face of this earth go. Years, and she still hadn’t found a cure for the disease that was Andrea Rojas.

Bringing the glass up to her lips, taking a long subtle sip. Her features seemingly un phased by her former lovers face. Digits gently slipping upon her intercom system to communicate to her assistant.

“Jess, set up a meeting with the CEO of Obsedian North at her earliest convenience please.”

“Of course Miss Luthor right away.”

There’s a gentle click of her tongue. Ankles gently crossing. As she places the glass upon her desk. Betrayal was something the youngest Luthor knew too much of. Forgiveness though? That was foreign territory, though there was a pain deep within her heart that ached to forgive her. To let her in once again.

‘𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒋𝒖𝒎𝒑 𝑰 𝒋𝒖𝒎𝒑, 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕?’

Again those words played in her mind. For days and weeks as the women seemed to be on board for their new business partnership. What seemed to be a smart move, financially for the Luthor was quickly becoming more and more complicated. Each and every meeting with her seemed to resurface old feelings.

‘𝗕𝗼𝘅𝗲𝘀, 𝘁𝗶𝗻𝘆, 𝘁𝗶𝗻𝘆 𝗯𝗼𝘅𝗲𝘀 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝗺𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻. 𝗡𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝗼𝘂𝘁.’

She had to remind herself each and everyday. Every time Andrea showed up uninvited to mend there very 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 r̷e̷l̷a̷t̷i̷o̷n̷s̷h̷i̷p̷—friendship. Though the Luthor was the one whom held all the power. When would she accept the olive branch? When would she truly forgive the women who had utterly 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘺𝘦𝘥 her so long ago.