I do not own Iron Man; I just love to play with the characters for my own creative purposes! Thank you very much for your reviews! I wrote that chapter late at night and was not completely sure that it made sense. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter. Remember, I love it when people leave constructive reviews and I adore it when people let me know what they would like to see going on in the future of the plot line. That way I will be able to cater to many needs (I hope!). So without any more drabble, the next chapter!
What else shall be left for Chance?
Walking into Stark Industries in her dark violet pin-stripe suit, beaten up leather jacket and her black bike helmet, Chance paused at the reception desk. Flashing her id card, she handed over her jacket and helmet before receiving her lab jacket and safety glasses. The day was busy already at seven in the morning, with scientists and workers alike buzzing around various projects and workbenches. It seemed a little busier than usual. Chance glanced back at the receptionist, a blonde buxom woman that seemed the type to fall into Tony Stark's bed.
"Something going on?" she asked casually.
"Oh yes," came the breathy reply. "Mr Stark himself is coming to overview everyone's project. The phones have been ringing all morning." Chance nodded before signing into the employees' sign in book.
"Any special reason?"
The woman paused before shuffling through a few pages. "Ah, here it is Mr Stark wants to view the Jericho Project personally, but still take a tour around the facilities." The pager clipped to the waistband of Chance's pants beeped.
"Excuse me," she moved away from the desk, looking at the unfamiliar number before answering her phone. "Dr Thompson speaking." Chance began walking up the stairs to her lab, swiping the card every now and then to access hallways.
"Oh, thank god I caught you," the breathless voice on the other end had Chance confused.
"I beg your pardon?"
"Oh, I'm sorry; this is Pepper Potts, Mr Stark's personal assistant. We met yesterday at the office." The name clicked in her mind.
"I remember. I waited for several hours for him to show." Chance said a little coolly, still slightly miffed at her boss.
"Yes, he called me this morning to organise a viewing of your project. He said it was very important that you were there." She stared at the phone, slightly confused. Why would the Great Tony Stark request her presence for a viewing of a project? Several other scientists were just as qualified as she was, why her? She hoped that it had nothing to do with the night before.
"So why me?" she voiced aloud.
"Apparently you made an impression last night at the bar. Which, however, I must commend you on not falling straight into his bed." Chance gave her phone a weird look. "Too many women fall into his lap, really doesn't help with his ego. Anyway, back to the topic, can you make sure that no one bothers him with questions? He's made sure to read through the file and decided that he wanted to see it for himself."
"You sound a little rushed," She commented casually as she stepped into her lab.
"Oh yes, we've just made it to Stark Industries and I'm getting irritated looks from my boss. Anyway, have to go. Bye!" the phone clicked in her ear. Glancing out the window, Chance noticed the large crowd around a black car. It was parked rather close to her bike and she prayed that no one in the crowd knocked it over. The ability to access the security feed made her feel a little better about finding out who did if anything did happen. Chance could see exactly when he left the car. The crowd surged back as one before lurching forward to almost crush him. A feeling of sympathy rang once in her mind. She turned her attention to the three other scientists gawking. She gave the crowd another look, lingering on the imposing and devilishly handsome figure of Tony Stark. Shaking her head briefly, she walked over to her computer.
"Alright gentlemen," she threw over her shoulder, "Mr Stark is here to view the Jericho project, his assistant requested that we only answer the questions that Mr Stark asks of us and nothing more." Her co-workers sighed, their shoulders slumping in disappointment. She knew how they felt. A proper chance to speak to her boss was not something she could pass up, like the previous night. Another chance glance out the window made it clear that Tony wasn't in the parking lot any more. They barely had enough time to scramble their notes together before the man himself walked into their labs. Chance mentally groaned. He looked even more unapproachable close up than what he looked outside. A mental image of him slumping at a piano, cigarette smoke curling around him and an almost sad look on his face appeared in Chance's mind. She stepped boldly forward.
"Good morning, Mr Stark, thank you for taking the time to view our project." She held out her hand in welcome.
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