Chapter 3 : LexCorp

Buttermilk Bob woke up with a long yawn his leftover box of munchies was now infested with cockroaches grossed out he patted his body and bag shaking it violently to get rid of the little critters who were now crawling all over him. Although his back was sore he felt fully rested and quickly left the bathroom sitting outside to enjoy his breakfast of milk and cereal to the envy of the homeless around him. After finishing his meal and noticing their jealous and malicious gazes, Buttermilk Bob gulped, riding away on his bike from the scary gazes.

There was no telling when he would be able to make a food run again; he needed to at least have emergency rations in case his plans go to shit so being stingy with his food was necessary for his current survival. The people in this city were strange, everyone was mean or crueler than what was normal within a city like this, everyone he met was acting like an asshole to each other including the drivers who cared very little for the stop lights or safety of civilians crossing the streets. However, every now and then Buttermilk Bob would encounter a decent normal person trying to be kind and friendly with everyone instead of hostile or angry.

It was these people that he would stop to politely ask for directions to the LexCorp building. After some time riding his bike through the city streets, Buttermilk Bob would finally make his way to the large tower with a giant L logo on it, LexCorp. His best bet was meeting Lex Luthor who was a good guy in this universe and convincing him with his knowledge of the DC lore to help.

Walking into the building greeting the receptionist. Buttermilk Bob was surprised and stood still for a moment admiring the view. The receptionist was unnaturally beautiful and stood out greatly from the crowd in the city, a redhead with green eyes and a rocking body that would make any man sing. He could not help but think how lucky Lex Luthor was to have such a beauty like this working for him. Shaking his head to avoid the distraction he continued with his goal and introduced himself.

Buttermilk Bob : "Hello my name is Bob Luthor. I'm Lex Luthor's cousin, could you let him know that I'm here".

Confused and skeptical the receptionist replied.

Receptionist : "Yes of course but I've never heard of Mr. Luthor having relatives would you mind if I do a quick background check to confirm your identity, it's company policy sir".

She put on a fake smile and sprouted a lot of bullshit however I remained relaxed and confident and responded with a clear answer showing no signs that I was lying.

Buttermilk Bob : "Sure but I'm sort of in a rush here, could I leave a message for him instead and come back later?"

Receptionist : "That's..."

Putting on an even faker smile I smoothly gave myself an opening. My many years of fake smiling at McDonalds had finally paid off compared to this woman, how could she hope to compare to the impersonate attitude of the average McDonald's wage slave.

Despite my questionable appearance it was a convincing act which made the pretty receptionist slightly frown, contemplating the likelihood of my story. On one hand if she were to let such an obvious stranger into the building she could lose her job. But on the other hand if it was true she could also lose her job by offending Mr. Luthor and sending this brat away.

Unable to call to confirm his identity quickly enough as the brat was already getting ready to leave by walking away. The receptionist felt Stuck between a rock and a hard place so she agreed to his suggestion as it allowed her to take the minimum risk to her job regardless of the truth.

Receptionist : "Wait what would you like me to tell him sir?"

Responding casually but still continuing the act by saying it in a hurry Buttermilk Bob replied.

Buttermilk Bob : "Hey Lex it's Bob I found that Kryptonian info you wanted, ill be here around the same time tomorrow to give it to ya".

Buttermilk Bob : "Did you get all that?"

The receptionist nodded her head and bid farewell. Kryptonian it was a word not many people would know as Ultra Man was revered more like an evil god than an alien. But Buttermilk Bob was confident that someone as smart as Lex Luthor would understand the significance behind the word Kryptonian.

As he walked to the front door before leaving he looked back one last time at the receptionist feeling a bit curious he nonchalantly asked.

Buttermilk Bob : "Oh by the way I never got your name?"

Receptionist : "Barbara".

Buttermilk Bob : "Minerva?"

Receptionist : "How did you-"

Buttermilk Bob : "Gotta go! Tell Lex I said hi-Bye!"