AN: Finally done with veterinary school applications. Wish me luck and enjoy.
"Welcome," Tony stated with a flourish of his arms, "Do you want a drink?" He was behind a bar pouring himself a scotch.
"Sure," I replied, "Can you make a White Russian?"
"Can I make a White Russian? Of course I can make it."
"Thanks."
It was awkwardly silent as Tony fixed my drink. It gave me time to look around the office, if you could actually call it an office. The office was more like a suite. There was of course the fully stocked bar, a desk with all the latest technology, a deck with a breath taking view, and a high tech lounge area.
"Please take a seat Cat," he said motioning towards one of the love seats in the lounge area. "Now earlier I said we would talk about why you were accepted into this program, but first let us talk about what happened at the sauna."
I believe at the mention of the word sauna I turned a brilliant shade of red.
"I didn't mean to disturb anyone. You said I had access to restricted areas and I saw the word spa and I love saunas," I rambled on and on.
"Cat I don't care about that."
"You don't."
"No I gave you that all access key so that you could use all the facilities. I just wanted to make sure those two meat heads didn't scare you."
"Did he just call Captain America and the Winter Soldier meat heads?" I thought to myself. Aloud I stated, "I was just shocked. I mean I was in a towel."
"I think you shocked those two more. Both of them are from the 1940s and can be a bit prude."
That made me giggle like a school girl.
"Okay now that I know you are fine let us get to business," he said setting down his scotch. "Cat I want to talk about the car accident that happened a year ago."
Shit.