The chime of my alarm woke me suddenly. It was morning. finally. The smell of bacon wafted into my apartment from my neighbor downstairs cooking breakfast. Today it was a welcome smell. I flipped on the coffee maker and walked to the bathroom to get ready quickly. No shower, simple teeth brush, dry shave, deodorant, and wrapped my wavy hair into a messy bun on the top of my head. I threw on the standard issue Stark uniform, black button down shirt with Stark branding sewn into the front right pocket and black pants. I grabbed a travel mug cupboard, Stark issue of course. I shoved papers of part drawings aside and poured steaming hot coffee into the black travel mug. I slipped on my black work shoes, grabbed my phone, work badge, favorite black sunglasses, not Stark issue, and rushed out the door. I always got ready quickly. I lived in a shitty apartment on the lower east side, the only thing I wanted to do was sleep there and that's about it. No leisurely flipping through the Sunday times as I sip my coffee, no, up and out. I rushed down three flights of stairs to catch the 8:15AM train going north to midtown. I threw my earbuds in to ignore everyone around me and listen to this week's episode of ''This American Life' which involved some guy trying to clone a bull. I rode for 8 stops then hopped off right at Midtown right in front of Stark tower. I had to hand it to Tony, he did make it nice and easy to get to work. I know he helped rebuild the city massively after the attack a year ago, so in return the city let him buy some prime real estate. I walked up to the giant steel building and flashed my badge at the scary buff african american security guard, Percy. He waved me through with a big smile. "Good morning miss Sarah!" Percy said in a sexy deep bass of a voice. "Good Morning Percy. Hows was your weekend with Michelle?" Percy smiled even wider. "Good, Good. We finally installed that sun powered sprinkler system you had me buy. We love it!" I kept walking toward the elevator but smiled back at him. "I knew you would like it. It will save you a fortune." I walked to the row of 8 sleek and shiny elevators and waited for one to come down. Other workers started gathering around the lobby to wait. Women were always dressed like they were on fashion runway, short skirts and high high heel shoes and Men always wore the fancy shiny suits. I tried to blend into the background, which was not hard to do in a standard issue black work clothes that also matched what the janitorial staff wore. A man with a shiny blue suit cracked what I guessed was a joke because three other men roared with laughter around him, when a elevator in the middle binged and opened. A group of 7 of us piled in, I squeezed in toward the back and we skyrocketed upward. The group of men who joked downstairs were in front of me discussing something about projections for the upcoming year. Little by little the group let off at various floors, finally leaving me and the salt and pepper haired man together. He turned to me "Would you mind vacuuming under my desk?" He asked brazenly. Shocked I asked "What?" He looked at me strangely "Under my desk, I notice it never gets clean. Can you be sure to do that? Office 2030." I smiled politely. "I'll let Tony Stark know personally that you are dissatisfied with his office conditions. As head engineer for all of Stark industries it will be very easy for me to let him know as we work in the same office space. I personally have never had issues with crumbs under my desk, but you know, I'm not on my knees all the often to notice." I smiled blinking my eyes to look doe like. The man shifted clearly uncomfortable. "You're Sarah Watts? You're so young." The man said curiously. "Yup." The elevator stopped and opened up on the 20th floor. He stepped out. Then turned around the to say something and but the elevator door shut before he could say anything more. I smiled with delight. It was great teasing the business elite in this building, they always fell into the trap. They never expect a 25 year old female, dressed like a worker at footlocker, to be the head engineer for all of Stark industries. They've all heard of me, the girl who helped Stark launch the full redesign of his robot defense fleet. But none of them know who I really am, and I intend to keep it that way.