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"thanks happy."
i stepped out of the car and smoothed down my nave blue dress. i was born for the spotlight, and today i would be acting the part. i had been sitting shotgun, and my dad got out the back. he flashed a peace at all of the screaming reporters. i smiled at the cameras and took a deep breath, appreciating the monacan air.
the reporters scurried forward, desperate to take pictures of us. i mean i don't blame them. we were a pretty impressive group.
one of the richest men in the world who was also the superhero iron man, his genius daughter who was the heiress to his entire empire, and the beautiful former-secretary who was now the new ceo of stark industries.
we walked inside of hotel de paris and my dad shrugged towards pepper saying, "you know, it's europe. whatever happens for the next... twenty minutes, just go with it."
"go with it?" pepper asked. "go with what?"
unfortunately, my dad didn't have enough time to answer that question because natalie had just walked up.
"mr. stark?" she called.
"hey."
"hello," she greeted. "how way your flight?"
"it was excellent. boy, is it nice to see you."
a server held a tray of champagne out, my dad and pepper each taking a glass.
natalie told my dad that there was some photographer waiting for him. i rolled my eyes. he really made her his p.a.
"when did this happen?" pepper asked my dad, a fake smile on her face.
"what? you made me do it," my dad argued.
"i made you do what?"
"you quit."
pepper gave a faux laugh, as a camera approached us. my dad turned us to face it, "smile. stop acting constipated."
pepper continued laughing, "you are so predictable."
