Post by Power Girl on Mar 5, 2011 21:50:01 GMT -5
My comment to Tony manage to shake him up a little bit, he sputters in mid drink and has to whip his mouth off as a stream of champagne trickles down his lips. Its good to see I got the kind of reaction I was hoping for. Stunned surprise, which really helps me relax, knowing that despite his banter getting a little to personal, his intentions we’re not as…shall we say, inappropriate, as they might have first come accost. He cracks it off, playing like a kid who’d been caught red headed taking cookies from the jar. He laughs it off, and I nod, finding his answer acceptable. I’m much the same way, and there are plenty of times I’ve let my mouth run off ahead of me. He wants to invest in Starrware, and he finds me attractive. So long as those two remain separate, then there shouldn’t be a problem.
Tony asks if I have anything I wanted to ask him, and then pauses to allow me the opportunity to appease my curiosity. From behind, I hear the door swing all the way open, followed by the footfalls of Tony’s assent. I was beginning to wonder how long she was planning on standing outside. I hadn’t really been looking for her, but the smell of crisp dollars is one of those scents that I can’t ignore. I blame it on bank heists. After breaking up a few dozen of them, I can’t help but pick up on the unique Oder of a few thousand greenbacks.
Miss Downs drops the briefcase off onto Tony’s desk, where it lands with a loud thud. She says I’ve made it onto his radar, and apologies on her boss’s behalf, saying he can’t help but be himself, and that what he is just happens to be a genius with a weakness for the ladies. Wow she’s pissed. I mean, ya, she’s keeping it bottled up, but She seems about ready to slap her boss right accost the face, and I bet every last bill in the briefcase that she would do if she didn’t have to worry about her job. Yup, she’s a firecracker that one. Almost seems more like an angry mother scolding her child than anything, and the mental image that gives me is enough to prompt a grin.
“I have plenty of questions for you Mr. Stark, but it seems our time for casual conversation has expired.”
I set aside my champagne glass, closing my eyes for a moment to refocus and shift back into CEO-mode. Now, if I we’re being reasonable, I’d probably have the lab send over one of our security guards to help with the transport of these funds. But then, it’s me we’re talking about, so I think we’re safe. That, and the fact we don’t have any security guards to spare. I had to make budget cuts somewhere, and having an on staff guard was one thing which had to go. Still, with the sudden influx of funds, that won’t be a problem much longer.
I reach into my jacket and pull out a small slip of paper, and quickly scribble on it with my pen, before passing it over to Tony.
“Here is my card, and the extension to my office, so if there is anything that you’d care to discuss in the future, or if your eager to continue our chat, I can usually be found there.”
Well…no, that was a flat lie. Usually I was taking care of putting out fires, both literal and metaphorical. But still, when I actually find time to sit down and work, I’m always good about checking my messages.
Tony asks if I have anything I wanted to ask him, and then pauses to allow me the opportunity to appease my curiosity. From behind, I hear the door swing all the way open, followed by the footfalls of Tony’s assent. I was beginning to wonder how long she was planning on standing outside. I hadn’t really been looking for her, but the smell of crisp dollars is one of those scents that I can’t ignore. I blame it on bank heists. After breaking up a few dozen of them, I can’t help but pick up on the unique Oder of a few thousand greenbacks.
Miss Downs drops the briefcase off onto Tony’s desk, where it lands with a loud thud. She says I’ve made it onto his radar, and apologies on her boss’s behalf, saying he can’t help but be himself, and that what he is just happens to be a genius with a weakness for the ladies. Wow she’s pissed. I mean, ya, she’s keeping it bottled up, but She seems about ready to slap her boss right accost the face, and I bet every last bill in the briefcase that she would do if she didn’t have to worry about her job. Yup, she’s a firecracker that one. Almost seems more like an angry mother scolding her child than anything, and the mental image that gives me is enough to prompt a grin.
“I have plenty of questions for you Mr. Stark, but it seems our time for casual conversation has expired.”
I set aside my champagne glass, closing my eyes for a moment to refocus and shift back into CEO-mode. Now, if I we’re being reasonable, I’d probably have the lab send over one of our security guards to help with the transport of these funds. But then, it’s me we’re talking about, so I think we’re safe. That, and the fact we don’t have any security guards to spare. I had to make budget cuts somewhere, and having an on staff guard was one thing which had to go. Still, with the sudden influx of funds, that won’t be a problem much longer.
I reach into my jacket and pull out a small slip of paper, and quickly scribble on it with my pen, before passing it over to Tony.
“Here is my card, and the extension to my office, so if there is anything that you’d care to discuss in the future, or if your eager to continue our chat, I can usually be found there.”
Well…no, that was a flat lie. Usually I was taking care of putting out fires, both literal and metaphorical. But still, when I actually find time to sit down and work, I’m always good about checking my messages.