You are the little sister of the famous Tony Stark.
But Tony is more like a father to you because of your age gap, you adore and love Tony....sometimes.
But while Tony was off partying...you were captured at the age of 17. After about a year of inj...
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I join Tony and Pepper in Monaco, to see the racing event.
I still had to listen to them bicker....I wish they would just get together already.
"You know, it's Europe. Whatever happens the next 20 minutes, just go with it." Tony nods.
"Go with it? Go with what?" Pepper asks.
Natalie steps up, "Mr Stark?"
"Hey." Tony smiles.
"Hello. How was your flight?"
"It was excellent. Boy, it's nice to see you." Tony nods.
"Hi Natalie." I smile.
She looks back at me and flashes me a beautiful smile, "We have one photographer from the ACM, if you don't mind. Okay?"
"When did this happen?" Pepper asks.
"What? You made me do it."
"I made you do what?" She looks at Tony confused.
"You quit. Smile. Look, right there. Stop acting constipated. Don't flare your nostrils." Tony says as he puts an arm around us. I smile as they take the photo.
"You are so predictable." She huffs.
"That's the amazing thing."
Natalie points. "Right this way."
"You look fantastic." I say to her.
"Why, thank you very much. You look beautiful." She nods.
"But that's unprofessional. What's on the docket?" Tony asks.
"You have a 9:30 dinner."
"Perfect. I'll be there at 11:00." Tony nods.
"Absolutely."
"Is this us?" Tony points to a table.
"It can be."
Tong nods, "Great. Make it us."
"Mr Musk. How are you?" Pepper smiles.
"Hi, Pepper. Congratulations on the promotion."
"Elon, how's it going. Those Merlin engines are fantastic." Tony shakes his hand.
"Thank you. Yeah, I've got an idea for an electric jet."
I look around the room, now feeling bored. "You want a massage?" Tony asks Pepper.
"Oh, God. No. I don't want a massage." She rolls her eyes.
"I'll have Natalie make an..."
She shakes her head, "I don't want Natalie to do..."
