บท 39: Chapter 39 (edited)
With Clark's help, Kara quickly arranged her new home.
Not bad—just buy what you need directly from the nearby shopping mall.
That's why she had said it was more convenient to shop nearby rather than worrying about preparing everything beforehand.
Of course, Clark had been recruited as her labor force again.
To reward him, Kara cooked a sumptuous dinner for Clark herself.
"When did you learn to cook?" Clark asked, surprised.
Kara smirked. "Are you kidding? I've traveled all over the world. Not only have I seen the sights of countless places, but I've also sampled almost every cuisine there is. While traveling, I took the chance to learn how to cook."
Thanks to her super learning abilities, Kara could master recipes just by watching once.
Now, she might be the only gourmet in the world who's thoroughly studied global cuisines.
She'd even once considered opening her own restaurant if her application to The Daily Planet didn't work out. It wouldn't be strictly Chinese or Western, but a mix of global menus—a true fusion restaurant.
But that plan was unnecessary now.
Clark devoured the meal with gusto. Kara had made chicken nuggets with potatoes in a pressure cooker, followed by braised pork. The dish Clark liked most, however, was the sweet and sour pork.
Kara was a bit helpless—wasn't that supposed to be more popular with girls?
Still, she found herself acting like the doting older sister.
What really caught her attention, though, was how Clark seemed entranced by the steamed rice she'd made in the new rice cooker she'd just bought. It was his first time trying rice like that, and he couldn't get enough of it. He practically camped out next to the cooker, eating enthusiastically.
Kara managed to grab only one bowl for herself.
"What's with this kid?!" she thought, amused.
In truth, Martha's concerns about Kara living alone were unwarranted. After all, Kara had spent weeks traveling the world solo. She was more than capable of taking care of herself.
Clark was even tempted to move in with Kara, but he eventually flew back home that night, unable to resist his sister's food.
Before he left, Kara warned him not to brag to their mom about her cooking.
"I still love the meals Martha makes—it tastes like home," she said.
Clark smiled and promised. Then, he said goodbye and flew off into the night.
Once he was gone, Kara sighed, looking at the mess left behind. With no choice, she cleaned everything up.
Kara arrived at The Daily Planet office building again. This time, she wore an elite white-collar outfit—except she swapped the skirt for trousers and paired it with small flat leather shoes.
Her beautiful long hair was tied into a simple ponytail that hung neatly behind her. She kept her glasses, giving her the look of an intellectual older sister.
Today marked the beginning of her official work, and she carried a folder with her, containing the plans she had worked on over the past week. The editor-in-chief had asked her to propose ideas for her column, and Kara didn't disappoint.
She had created three distinct proposals:
A travel column. A food column. A cultural and traditions column.
It was up to the editor-in-chief to decide which one to approve.
When Kara arrived, most employees were already at their desks. Perry White, who had become something of a mentor, greeted her warmly and accompanied her to the editor's office.
In the office, the editor-in-chief reviewed the three proposals. His expression grew increasingly serious, his brows furrowing.
Perry couldn't help but ask, "Editor-in-Chief, is there anything that needs fixing?"
Kara, on the other hand, remained completely calm, as if the situation had nothing to do with her. Perry sneaked a glance at her, thinking she was oddly composed for a newcomer.
Finally, the editor-in-chief looked up, glanced at Perry, then shifted his gaze to Kara. Taking a deep breath, he said, "These three proposals are all excellent. I'd accept them all if I could."
Perry's eyebrows shot up in surprise, while Kara remained unfazed.
The editor-in-chief continued, "But since you're still new, I think it's best if you start with just one column. Once you gain experience and build a reputation, we can explore the possibility of adding more."
In essence, her proposals were so good that the editor-in-chief wanted to accept all three, but protocol dictated otherwise.
It was a testament to Kara's skills—most employees struggled to land even one column.
Now, the decision was up to her.
"Which one do you want to begin with?" the editor-in-chief asked.
After a brief moment of thought, Kara chose the travel column. It aligned with her experience and offered opportunities to share her perspective through writing and photography.
Thus, Kara began her work at The Daily Planet. Though she didn't have her own office yet—nor did Perry—she was given a desk, marking the start of her new chapter.
From that day on, Kara commuted to work daily, enjoying at least one day off each week.
Since she wasn't a reporter yet, she didn't need to chase breaking news. Instead, she focused on writing at least one column a week.
Her writing style quickly gained popularity among readers. Some even came to the newspaper's doors, requesting daily articles from her.
When the editor-in-chief approached her about it, Kara simply shrugged. "If I write something every day, I'll run out of material eventually. Maybe get someone else?"
The editor-in-chief could only sigh in exasperation. "If I could find someone else, we wouldn't be having this conversation."
For a while, everything was calm. Kara seemed to settle into her new life, almost forgetting the tornado incident and her fleeting stint as Supergirl.
But could she really keep a low profile forever?
A year into Kara's new life, an unexpected piece of news shook the world.
Bruce Wayne, the long-lost son of Wayne Enterprises who had disappeared seven years ago, suddenly returned.
Even in Metropolis, the neighboring city to Gotham, the news dominated headlines.
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