Vicky stared at Ryan. She stared at the ground, realising how stupid she was. She made the wrong decision.
"Why haven't you killed me yet?... Don't you want to get back at my dad?" Vicky asked. She raised her head, and looked at Ryan's eyes. He smiled, and looked down to avoid eye contact with her.
"He's hurting more seeing you like this," Ryan said, leaning on the table, in front of Vicky.
"Or you can't hurt the people you care about too," Vicky said, with a smirk, and a raised eyebrow. Ryan chuckled.
"Get out of my office!" he said. He stared at Vicky, his eyes piercing through hers. His smile had faded away.
Vicky smiled at him, and turned around. She walked out of the door. Ryan exhaled, and closed his eyes.
Vicky walked out of the building. Luthor stood in front of her. His face was expressionless.
"You made him mad," Luthor said, blocking her way. Vicky stopped and looked at him.
