Hey guys! Sorry this is late but I had a lot of homework today! So here it is! Chapter 11! I know. It's kinda short and kinda boring...O__o But things will get better I promise! Disclaimer: Do not own the awesomeness that is Iron Man. Nicki's P.O.V!
Nicki's P.O.V.:
"Happy, is that it?" I gasped at all the buildings, plane hangars, army cars, and factories…everything, surrounding Stark Industries.
"Yup. We're in it believe it or not." I could see Happy's smile in the driver's mirror from my seat in the back of the Rolls. "This is your kingdom, young princess Stark."
"Tony paid you to say that." It wasn't a question, it was a statement.
"How did you know?" Hogan gasped overdramatically.
"I could tell. I smirked. "Nice try."
The Rolls pulled into the parking lot of a small (in Stark terms) building with a partially arched roof. The building was a sandy brown bearing the Stark Industries logo in white.
Hogan opened the car door for me then we both walked inside the building. Inside, the place was extremely modernly decorated. Near the front door a woman sat at a reception desk. She looked up from her work on the computer at Hogan and I's approach.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Hogan." The woman greeted Happy in a business like tone that I wasn't used to. "What brings you here? Mr. Stark isn't out of his meeting session for another few hours!"
"Hello Amanda! Please, just call me Happy." Hogan smiled at the lady. "I'm here bringing the young, Ms. Stark here on Mr. Stark's orders."
This Amanda noticed me. "Nice to meet you Ms. Stark. Hope you like what you see of your company so far." She shook my hand. So formal. "I'm Mrs. Amanda Smith by the way. Your brother's office is on the top floor. I'll page Ms. Potts who will let him know you're here."
"Um…thank you." I smiled back at the woman. The truth is however, I hated this formal stuff. I can now see why Pepper and Tony joked so much with their 'work' names. Geeze. People around here treated the formal style as its own culture!
"Are people around here always that formal?" I asked Hogan in the elevator. Who nodded, solemnly.
"Unfortunately yes." He chuckled. "Even I have to ask people around here to stop calling me 'Mr.' all the time." That was a stretch for him considering he always went the 'Mr. Stark', 'Ms. Potts', and 'Ms. Stark' route.
After a while of riding the elevator to the top floor with Hogan, the two of us entered onto the executive floor, where we could hear the infamous meeting Tony talked about going on within one of the rooms. Or so I assumed.
At the end of one of the hallways that Hogan lead me down, there was a huge dark wooden brown door with a plaque reading "Anthony E. Stark". I approached the door. I was fearful to touch it. Would it be locked? Is there security?
Hogan, as if he read my mind laughed, "Ms. Potts informed me that it should be open." He smiled. I turned the knob of the door; it was unlocked.
"Hogan, are you coming in?" I asked him when he didn't move.
"Sorry Ms. Stark. I have to go home for a bit." Hogan smiled apologetically. "Hope you don't mind being on your own in there for a while."
"Nah. I'll be fine. I still have a little homework left." I sighed. About to close the door to Tony's office. "Thanks so much for the ride, Hogan. Stop being so formal."
"Whatever you say Ms. Stark" I heard him reply as I shut the door behind me followed by a low chuckle.
Tony's office was huge! Along, again, with the complete wall covering windows with the fantastic view, this time of Stark Industries. There were mahogany shelves lined with books, small figurines, and photos. I approached his giant desk where I could easily sit down and do my math homework that I would easily finish in five minutes. Being a genius has its perks of the abilty homework within class and still know what the heck is going on.
Sitting at the huge desk, I noticed that there was only one picture. The picture was of our parents and a teenage version of Tony. Probably at the age of 18 or 19. Little did my brother know then that that picture was missing someone.
Once I finished my homework, I basically just sat in the office wasting away time by looking at all the books on the shelves. All of them were about engineering and other sciences and most of them I have read before. I thumbed through the pages of a few of them that I knew were my favorite turning the rolling desk chair that I sat in towards the amazing view.
After a while, I grew bored. I thought about going to listen in on the meeting, but I didn't want to cause any issues. I just sat there instead, staring at the walls. Occasionally I checked my phone and texted Sammi, but that was it. I laid my head on the desk, thinking it would just be for a minute and drifted to sleep.
