Trouble, Ma’am

"Don't worry, Mr. Jack." In the manor office, Luthor leaned forward, fingers interlaced, like a prehistoric crocodile finally baring its bloody jaws. He sneered. "A wonderful new life is waiting for you." "I... my name is Nixson." "That was in the past. I'll give you a new identity. Your surname will be Jack. As for your given name... Baker? Benson? Let's go with Johnson." His tone was as casual as if he were deciding what to have for lunch, freely weaving the life Nixson would lead from now on.