I want to talk to you so badly

Confrontations

It all happens too fast, too suddenly. One minute Lena is a little shocked and... quite flattered (or the other way round), trying to grasp the unexpected turn of the meeting, and the other she's on a brink of all consuming rage, seeing the man responsible for her families exposure to the public and the devastation that followed. She's levitating between the wish to flee, to run like she did back then and the urge to let the instinct take over and... tackle the bastard.

"What the hell is he doing here, Cat?" Lena has to blink to putt the voice, that sounds exactly how she feels, to a face.

Alex?

Lena must've zoned out for a few moments there and missed the change in the room. Everyone except Cat are on their feet now. As if the arrival of a certain reporter triggered them all into some kind of fighting mode. Sam, always loyal Sam, is hovering near Lena's side, ready for what ever comes next. And that, of course, is expected -Sam knows all there is to know of the Kent in Luthor's life. What surprises Lena is the way Kara stills, her face white, as if she'd just seen a ghost; the way Alex is now positioned in front of her sister, her drink discarded on the coffee table and her hands fisted into white-knuckled grip to her sides, the cold glare darting between Cat and the man behind the glass door, who, as if sensing the shift he'd caused, sends a small wave and a self-contained grin. Lena has a feeling, that one wrong move from Kent and the older Danvers may just beat her to that tackle.

"I didn't invite him, if that's what you're asking." Cat's voice sounds as indifferent as the expression on her face, but her posture is tight. "But if he's already here, I do agree with Michael Corleone in keeping one's enemies closer." she takes a deep breath in before addressing her assistant. "Let Mr. Kent in Emma-"

"It's Eve.." the assistant corrects, but, probably, regrets it when Cat's eyebrow goes up. "Yes Miss Grant." she adds and slips back through the door.

"Ladies, you all know, what to do." Cat aims to the rest in the room, her voice low and gentle this time.

Lena is still frozen to the spot, when she feels light touch at her elbow - Sam's eyes are on her, giving Lena an encouraging smile, she leads her out of the office. The Danvers sisters walk in front of them, Kara's hand on the low of Alex's back.

"Try not to break anything on your way out." Cat adds after them. Or anyone, she probably means.

Clark Kent is a tall man, handsome, if you don't know his work ethics or lack of it. And the smug smirk stays on his face as he waits for the four women to step through the door. Lena sure would be happy to wipe that look of that mug, oh, if they would be somewhere else now. But she also is curious of the commotion in front of her: Alex takes a sudden step towards the man as if about to hit him, forcing him to flinch back, his face falling for a moment until Kara's hand is on her sister's bicep, stopping her. Killjoy. The blonde steps in front of the redhead facing her and ushering her to back off with a palm on her chest. The smirk creeps back to Clark's face.

"Nice to see you... cuz." he says.

Cuz?

Cousin?

Lena follows Kent's gaze. His eyes are trained on Kara.

Kara is Clark's cousin?

"Don't you dare to talk to her!" Alex almost jumps over her sister at reporter's words.

"Alex." Kara holds her back, her voice firm but gentle.

It is obvious, Clark is deliberately hesitating to step into Cat's office, although, his path is already clear.