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- Love-Me-Some-Pie

*Age 16*

"You're kidding." Margo says, looking at Tony. Once she sees that his face is completely serious she blinks. "Oh my God you aren't kidding."

Tony shakes his head, he's thought long and hard about this, this is exactly what he wants. "Nope, no joking, I'm serious Princess."

Margo scratches her head, she's never honestly thought about this before. Why would she have thought about it, Tony never really mentions anything about work. "Dad, really? You want me to work for you?"

"Yep, I've already got you a job laid out at Stark Industries, if you'll take the job." Tony offers, smiling at Margo.

Margo shrugs, she's really never thought about this. Tony never mentions work at home, or he tries not to. "You want me to-"

Tony cuts her off, a grin on his face. "Join the family business. I'm going to have to give my company to somebody one day, why not my daughter?"

"Dad, I don't know what to say." Margo mumbles, she's always pictured her first job at some crappy fast food joint or at some small town grocery store, never has she pictured it at some multi-billion dollar company. "What can I say? I always thought my first job would be at some crappy fast food joint."

Tony raises an eyebrow at Margo and rolls his eyes. "You're kidding right? With me as your father you thought your first job would be at a McDonalds?"

Margo shrugs, she keeps forgetting Tony's not just a regular person, he's a billionaire (heavens knows how someone can forget that fact). "Sometimes I forget exactly who you are sometimes Daddy."

Tony scoffs. "How can you possibly forget a fact like that? Do you not look at any magazines?"

Margo shrugs again, looking at the magazine lying on the coffee table. Sure enough Tony's face is plastered across it, something about an exclusive interview with the playboy. Margo picks the magazine up, flipping through some of the pages. "I don't know. To me you're Tony Stark: Devoted parent. Not Tony Stark: Owner of Stark Industries, billionaire, genius." She explains, tossing the magazine back on the table. "I don't know if I'm cut out to work for Stark Industries anyway."

Tony shakes his head, sitting on the back of the couch. "Why not, you're a Stark." He doesn't understand, he thought she'd jump for joy at the chance to get a job, considering she's been looking for one for a month now.

"Not technically." Margo replies. "Technically I don't have any of your genes Dad. And I don't know how to run a business."

"One," Tony says, getting off the back of the couch. He's almost mad, almost. "How can you say you aren't a Stark? I raised you Margo, you're a Stark. No, you may not have my genes, but you are a Stark, through and through." Tony stands in front of Margo, standing just as tall as he can make himself. "Two, you have to learn Princess. You start at the bottom and work your way to the top." He places a hand on the girls shoulder. "If something happens to me before you're twenty-one, Pepper takes over the company until you're of age."

Margo shakes her head; she still had no idea what to say. "I don't know what to say, I really don't. I feel like you're giving me this job because I'm your daughter, not because I deserve it."

"So what if I am?" Tony asks, placing his hands on his hips. "What if I am giving you this job because you're my daughter? But I also think you deserve it, you've got a mind for business Margo. Sure you need some coaching-"

Margo stops Tony short. "Please tell me you'll coach me better in business than you did when you coached my soccer team that time."

Tony frowns, hands still on his hips. "Excuse you! I remember a certain someone asking me very nicely to coach her soccer team! Besides, I know nothing about soccer, and I know everything about Stark Industries and business."

Margo rolls her eyes. "Right, you just think you do."

Tony rolls his eyes at Margo. "So will you take the job Princess? You get a paycheck every two weeks. Plus you're the boss's daughter; no one is going to mess with you."

Margo taps her foot in a thoughtful manner. What's she got to lose? She needs the money, it's not like Tony doesn't give her money when she asks for it, but there's a difference between Tony giving her money and her working for it. And if she hates the job Tony will most likely understand and let her quit, sounds like a win-win. "Fine Dad, I'll take the job."

Tony grins, clapping Margo on the back. "Sweet! You start Monday." Tony looks at what his daughter is wearing. "But we'll definitely need to get you some new clothes; you aren't showing up to work like that."

Margo frowns at Tony and narrows her eyes, what's wrong with what she's wearing? Tony never lets her speak though because he's too busy pushing her ups the steps. "Hurry up! We need to get shopping!"

Margo frowns; maybe taking this job was a bad idea.