Hathor's Charm

Diana looked at the papers on her desk and threw them down in frustration. She was the host of a trashy political magazine show Top Copy and on the paper her tanking ratings. "Damn it at this rate the network is going to cancel the show". She pondered her next move, she approached the window of her spacious office overlooking the metropolis night sky. For the past few years she'd been struggling to get any major guests lingering rumors of her ties to Intergang and the string of politicians that had passed away shortly after meeting with her had made many sceptical to appear the rumors were unsubstantiated but it didn't make them any less true. "I need to pull something massive, something that I can use to bribe the network into letting write my own ticket but what? Who can I get as a guest?" At that precise moment a red and blue flew passed the window a predatory smile spread over Diana's face she begun to walk around the office talking out loud "A special expose on Superman, NO! A mini series Superman the man behind the cape. Does he gave a secret identity? A job? A family? A lover? All of the above?" She pondered "Top Copy Exclusive, Diana Stride strips the man of steel" she says suggestively. "And think about it a romance with Metropolis' most eligible batchelor what a genius idea" She steps into the middle of the room her office was decorated with plush carpets, expensive sculptures and artwork and of course it was mostly dedicated to her favourite subject herself. Glamour shots of Diana adorned every wall her beauty was striking and eternal in her early 40's her looks would put every swimsuit model in the country to shame and she had a body to shame them all too. In fact Diana's last remaining demographic stronghold was men of all ages tuning in for her short skirts, low cut tops and her outrageous flirting with her guests. It was no coincidence her month long exclusive in Maui had been her biggest ratings success in a long time 60 minutes of her testing the beaches in her skimpiest bikinis there'd be no need for that once she snared Superman though.

"How will I convince Superman to appear on my show? Hmm he may be super but he is just a man after all and I've never met a ma. I couldn't bring around to my way of thinking..." She approached a bust she'd had made in pure marble of her face she lightly ran her fingers over its contours "God, I'm beautiful" she boasted as she turned the head 90 degrees a wall slized glamour shot of Diana cleavage pouring out began to lift leaving a secure door built entirely from lead. She approached the door placed finger tips on the reader, the retinal scanner read her eyes and she entered the 4 digit passcode the door opened revealing a secret chamber.

Se stepped inside hitting the light switch the near wall was adorned with blades of every variety swords, sabres, claymores, daggers, spears, axes halberds. The far had pistols of varying sizes, rifles, shotguns, ammunition, silencers being an assassin with Intergang she was proficient in all of them but that wasn't her concern right now. Around the corner was an array of sex toys, some almost looked like medieval **** devices. At the back of the room and there was a locked safe she put in the combination revealing the contents a small rock wrapped in a limen sheet, a pheromone enhancing perfume no longer available on the market and the piece that she required a beautiful golden necklace with a horned sun charm. "Hathor's charm" she says as she placed it around her neck the charm rested beautifully in her cleavage. An archaeologist she briefly dated had found this in a tomb and presented it to Diana it was an enchanted charm, enchanted by Hathor the Egyptian goddess of love and fertility herself and imbued with her powers any man who looked upon the horned sun egame putty in Diana's hands and superman will prove no different. She rarely used the charm due it being hotter than hot wing dipped in lava. Her archeologist ex boyfriend had stolen it from an official dig and it was on Interpol's most wanted treasures list. Diana left the room picked her phone and dialed a familiar number her french cameraman Rolf "Rolf sweetie, tomorrow morning 9am my office I've stumbled an exclusive and I'm sure you'll want to be involved!" She fingers brush the charm as she looks out at the night sky.