The elevator ride up to the main hub of CatCo media felt like it dragged on for longer than normal, Kara watching the digital numbers change on the little screen above the doors, thirty-seven, thirty-eight and so on. Her nerves were on edge, she hadn’t been back to work in over a month and it was a little unnerving, the ding rang out in the small space and the doors opened to the floor. Catco employee’s scurried around no doubt working on stories and getting articles to editorial to be read over, or double-checking sources, with a deep breath Kara crossed the threshold and began to make her way through the busy office towards her desk.
Many of her fellow employee’s slowed giving her sad smiles, eyes filled with concern and pity, after the whole…incident Lena had informed Mrs. Grant about the situation and there was no doubt that the news would get around. It was a small office and people had big mouths. She ducked her head offering what ever semblance of a smile she could, quickening her pace and making it to her desk, there were flowers, cards with condolences, little balloons and such, it made her feel appreciative that people cared.
Some of her fellow reporters came by her desk while she was settling in asking if she was okay, and how she was doing, and again she appreciated the concern, but she really didn’t want to get into any details or rehash any of the feelings that were still raw. She answered simply, saying that she was getting better, or it was an up-hill battle, but she was working through it, she expressed her thanks giving small smiles. T
hings were beginning to get back on track, life finally getting back to normal, and it was actually nice to be out of the penthouse and doing something productive, she was one step closer to getting back on her feet and it felt good. Lena and she had finally been talking more, and letting each other in, things had been better at home, obviously the pain was still there, but at least it wasn’t the constant searing, agony, it had dulled becoming much more manageable.
After clearing out her inbox, responding to emails and sending a few text messages to Lena who was working from home-letting her know she was alright- she stood from her desk and made her way to Mrs. Grants office. Kara hoped that her boss would give her something to dive into, an assignment that would allow her to get back into the swing of things. She knocked against the glass door poking her head into the large office, Cat lifted her head from her laptop gazing over the frames of her glasses with an annoyed expression at the sudden disturbance. When she realized who was knocking her expression softened, the usual unphased, unemotional, brick wall looked upon Kara with sad eyes, her mood becoming sombre, Cat waved her in pulling her glasses from her face laying them on the desk beside her laptop. She folded her hands in front of her as she gazed over at the young blonde.
“Miss Danvers,” Cat paused for a moment, “how are you doing?”
Kara pushed the reading glasses up on her nose as she fiddled with her pen, “I am…getting there.” A sad smile tilting up her lips. “Baby steps, but I am better than I was.”
Cat nodded sadly putting her glasses back on her face straightening her shoulders, “I am so truly sorry my dear.”
“Thank you, Miss Grant.”
The media power house gave the younger woman a small nod before clearing her throat, bringing her eyes back over to her laptop continuing to type away, she reached for a small file off to her side and offered it out to Kara. The older woman gave her a small smile before her faced smoothed into the passive, serious mask that was usually cast upon her features, Kara reached out and took the file leaving her boss’ office with a spring in her step.
She reached her desk plopping down in her swivel chair opening the file and laid her eyes upon the task she was assigned, a simple puff piece on a local film festival that was going on in the city. It was something easy and it was actually pretty interesting, a lot of A list celebrities were either staring or directing most of the films and it brought attention to local filmmakers. She was excited, the blonde shot up from her chair grabbing her satchel, favorite notebook and gel pen before making off toward the stairwell climbing the stairs towards the roof.
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Falling From You
FanficLena is a Fallen Angel, her past was dark and full of demons that still haunt her to this day. Stripped of her wings, she was destined to walk the earth alone for eternity. She had climbed and clawed her way to the top; building a company that was m...
