It was moments like this that made me reflect on the last eleven years in my life and, realizing how much as changed. Although, many would say that eleven years is a long time however, in my odd world it went by fast. I lay in bed, but not my own bed, looking at the beautiful face that changed my entire life with just a look. His deep chocolate brown eyes are watery, face smooth except for his signature goatee, tussled hair, and a smile that would make any women lose control of herself. Eleven years ago I never thought that I would ever be laying beside him in his king sized bed, completely naked, and laying in his muscular arms. For years I watched at this eccentric man partied, drank, and had the pleasure of getting any women he wanted with just a glance across the room. I myself have always been professional, I never much partied, drank but, never cared to get to drunk where the next morning would be a torture to just turn the light on, and I never had the pleasure of even being with men whenever I pleased. As I lay here in his bed I then realize how much things have changed in the last eleven years to bring me this life I had always dreamed of but, never though it would come true…

I woke up at 6:00am to the lovely sound of police cars speeding down the streets, even with my windows completely shut it could never completely quiet the noise. My eyes felt heavy and my bones felt stiff lying on my uncomfortable mattress of my VERY small apartment in New Your city. As I sat up my strawberry hair fell over my face, I just knew today was going to be another disappointment in the job hunter world. After leaving my childhood home in Virginia and finished college I moved directly to new York to begin my life however, was put at a halt when I could not land one art job in this big city, not even in a museum. I got out of bed and headed to the kitchen to make some coffee, grab the news paper to see if there was any openings today which to my dismay there was not. I gave a sign and looked around my utterly small apartment, the walls were all ghostly white with cracks that ran up the walls, and it seemed that my entire apartment fit into one small square. My apartment was cheap however, I knew soon enough I wouldn't be able to pay the small rent with no money coming in. After my coffee was finished I came to the conclusion that I might as well look to see if there was any jobs hiring even if it wasn't for an art graduate like myself. The paper gave no promises as there were only job openings at McDonalds as a cashier, "Great," I said to myself. I took another drink of my coffee, wishing that it was star bucks coffee but even the bitter tasted couldn't even help me image how any way they could be similar. I flipped the black and white print to the next page where my eyes landed on a section about Stark Industries. Even a young girl like me who spent her entire childhood studying and trying to be perfect womenknew what Stark industries was, it was a weapons business that was a billion dollar company, who would have thought making things to kill others would be so wealthy. The bold print next to it said it was hiring for a new accountant. For a second I paused to wonder if that would be a job I could handle, although if my parents found out they would be extremely disappointed in my choice, I was never good enough for them. However, I knew that working as an accountant would be better than working at McDonalds for minimum wage with sweaty teenagers, I circled the opening with a red pen and went to make a phone call.

A week later I was surprised when I gotten a call from a older gentlemen form Stark industries wanting to set up an interview, that was fast. I contemplated mostly on what I would wear, I didn't have any labels and nothing super fancy, Target was as fancy as I had honestly although, I loved looking at Chanel would I had the chance however, nothing I could ever possibly afford. I decided on a black pencil skirt and a gray button up blouse that I tucked inside the skirt, as for my shoes well sears black heels would have to due. Thirty minutes later I sat inside Stark industries, it was very chaos there as Mr. Stark, owner of the company, decided that he wanted to move to Malibu, Californian in only a short three months. Basically if Mr. Stark moved, the whole company had to. In my mind that seemed a little selfish and with the way the people were acting here they thought the same as well. Mr. Stark was only three years older than myself and took over his late fathers company and was now a billionaire, he was also a playboy and a drunk, as so I've read. Every women fell to his feet as if he would some sort of God, however in my eyes I would never fall to someone for their looks or wealth although, I must say I couldn't blame some of the girls. Tony Stark after all was probably one of the most gorgeous men I have ever seen, on the tv and papers, he had black hair and deep chocolate eyes, muscular, and charming.

"Miss. Potts, we are ready for you." An older gentalmen called to me from his office,

I quickly got up, grabbing my black purse and headed to his office, it was pretty big, maybe even bigger than my appartment.

"Please, have a seat," The older man said.

"Thank you." I took a seat across from him and I couldn't help but notice his features. The man was quite tall and was almost completely bald except for his barely brown hair that stuck all the way around except for his forehead, and he also had a beard that was soon turning gray. Most of the stuff on his desk were now boxed away getting ready for the big move however, I noticed a picture of him and Mr. Stark together when Tony must have been no older than five.

"My name is Obadiah Stane, and you must be Virginia Potts"? Stane said.

"Yes, that's me."

"I know that we have barely gone through the interview but, I must say I am VERY busy, if you hadn't read the papers we are moving to California and me being the next in line for CEO if anything were to happen to Mr. Stark also has to move," Stane said, with a chuckle.

"Yes I completely understand," I responded.

"So I would like to go ahead and hire you right on the spot, if you don't mind."

Mr. Stane's words put me in mutter shock, could he really just hire me on the spot just like that ? I looked up to meet Stane's face to see he was in complete seriousness and a look of hope that I would just shake my head and accept.

"Yes." I said, hoping that this wouldn't be a mistake.

Thirty minutes later Stane had lead me to the second floor of the building where he led me to a very small cubical that had a worn out chair and a computer. Looking around, I noticed many other people who were also in their early twenties with expressions that showed they were utterally bored out of their minds.

"Basically Miss Potts, your job is to make sure that Mr. Stark makes no mistakes," Stane said. Stane handed me some files for me to go over then left me in my cubical. In a short couple months I would figure out that this would be the most boring job in the world. I pulled my pony tail and litter tighter than began to get to work.