Tony could hear a slight scuffle taking place just outside of his office doors, but he tagged it as some workers that dragged their feet when they walk and focused back on the schematics in front of him. He really needed a new robot, seeing as Dummy was hardly competent.
"I have pepper spray!" A feminine voice shouted. Tony's head jerked up. Well, this was definitely new.
A second later, the doors burst open and in came an annoyed employee. She was clutching a few papers and had her purse over one shoulder. She shot the stink-eye at the guards behind her, who were closing the door, before crossing the room to Tony.
"Mr. Stark," the woman began. "I believe that you need to take another look at this." She spoke in an unwavering voice as she placed the papers on his desk, amazingly composed for someone who had just threatened part of his security detail with pepper spray.
"And why is that, Miss Pepper Spray?" Tony barely even glanced at the papers before looking up to fix her with a stare of his own.
"You need to double-check your math."
Tony made a buzzer noise. "Wrong! My math is never wrong."
"Well, if you had bothered to double-check it, you would see that, yes, your math is wrong. I hope you're prepared to lose six million dollars, Mr. Stark," the woman showed no sign of fear as she spoke in an indifferent tone and kept her eyes locked with Tony's. In fact, she only moved to push the papers closer.
"And I suppose that your math is right, Miss—"
"Virginia Potts, accounting." She spoke before Tony had the chance to call her Pepper Spray again. "And yes."
Tony decided to humor her—she had had the guts to cut him off, after all—and looked down at the papers on his desk. Skimming his eyes over the equations on the paper, he was honestly shocked. He had made a six million dollar mistake! He grabbed a blue pen from his desk and quickly scribbled in the correct numbers where he had made a mistake.
"I guess you were right. Where did you say you were from, again?"
"Accounting."
"Well, Pepper—it's better than Pepper Spray, right?—how would you like to—"
"I will not be going any with you. Nor will I be sleeping with you." Virginia knew of Tony's playboy reputation and refused to be sucked in. There was no way she was going to be another nightly conquest.
Tony raised an eyebrow. That idea had been running through his head, but it was not what he was about to ask her. Still, he had to give her points for holding her own.
"A great idea, but not my question." Now it was Virginia's turn to raise a brow. "How would you like to be my personal assistant?"
"Excuse me?"
"Face it, you've got guts, and you don't seem to be afraid that I'll have you thrown out my office and fired. So, yes or no?"
Virginia stood stock-still for a moment, seemingly contemplating the pros and cons of the job. "Yes."
"Great. Be here tomorrow, no earlier than noon," Tony told her. There was no way he was waking up early just to get her started on her new job, no matter how pretty he thought she was.
"Will that be all, Mr. Stark?" Virginia asked.
"That will be all, Ms. Potts," Tony responded. His new assistant nodded, and then spun on her ridiculously high heeled shoe. As she was about to leave his office, Tony called out a questions.
"Tell me, Pepper, do you really have pepper spray?"
For the first time since she walked into his office, Virginia hesitated.
"No."
Found this hidden away in my oneshot folder (it's like Narnia in there), so I figured that I should probably post it. I've got a few more that haven't seen that light of day yet, so those will be up shortly. Enjoy!
