Meetings were not very entertaining. Since it wasn't some kind of adjustment, or shareholder, meeting there wasn't much input required on his part, which made for the dry, informational-type meeting. He blinked a few times, and tried to focus on the 100th dirt red slide projected on the wall. There was way too much information compiled on the tiny slide, and the man standing at the front of the room was stiff in his grey suit. The guy was being the facilitator to an information overload in the most monotone voice possible.
That was just bad advertising, and he knew a good bit about advertising (or at least Pepper did. I mean, she was like the embodiment of good PR and stuff that Tony apparently needed a lot of assistance with). The point of this guy being here was to convince him of something. To tell him about what needs to be done, and his company's solution, and the only thing that he was telling Tony was to take a nap. He's watched documentaries with voice overs more lively than this.
When the side switched again he thought that he might just be in the clear for this one. The meeting was starting to run over, and they'd already been in here for a little more than two hours. Tony already knew what he was going to do. He liked the solution, it was well thought out, easily packable and approachable, and the company was pretty reliable. The only thing that he couldn't deal with was this communications guy. However, the next slide turned out to just be more figures, and he was so done with this.
Thankfully that was about the time that his phone vibrated. And he never thought that he would be so thankful for a meeting at SHIELD in his life.
"Welp." He straightened himself up in his seat, and clapped his hands together once. "I hate to cut the party short, but I've got another meeting to get to." He scooped up the folders in front of him, and stood, smoothing out hardly noticeable wrinkles in his suit.
"But , you haven't even heard of the benefits, or auxiliary notions-"
"I assure you that I have heard enough. I'll back you, and take on your project. I already have contact with your company, so I don't need that information, but if you are going to send me this presentation I would like to ask you to provide me with the contact information of your Manager as well, then maybe we can get you some lessons on presentations, hm?" With that he turned on one shiny heel, and made his way out of the meeting room.
"Good meeting Tony?"
He reached up to loosen his tie as he slid into the back of his Jag. "Tiring. I swear the guy was just saying the same thing over, and over, and over, and over, in the most neutral voice possible. Like I didn't know anything about the company already? I've worked with them before. Heck, my dad was friends with one of the founding members."
"Never said it was easy."
"Right, but saving New York from the Chautari was easier than listening to that guy."
Tony caught Happy's grimace in the mirror. "That bad?"
"I should have him arrested, tried for torture. Unlawful boringness."
Enter baby chapter #2
~Castor