Little Rogers

I

Myla clutched her bag nervously and looked at the looming building before her. She had an interview with the most considerable tech mogul in New York City and couldn't get scared now. Myla caught her reflection in one of the windows. A teenage girl, wearing a gray blazer, a black collared shirt, and black slacks looked back. She had blonde hair that was slowly darkening into brown and pulled into a bun. Her leather gloves looked slightly out of place but she wore black leather boots to match. Steeling her nerves, the teen grabbed the door handle and took a deep breath. She pushed the tall glass door open and walked in with the confidence she wished she had.

The foyer was large, and a secretary looked at her and told her, "Mr. Stark is on Level 86, meeting room 94 waiting for you. Here is your badge. Be careful not to lose it, because Mr. Stark does not make reprints. Also, don't try and go anywhere you are not permitted. "

After thanking the secretary and taking her badge, Myla got into the elevator and pushed the level 86 button. When she got to the top, a door to her left labeled 'Meeting Room 94' was open, and the back of Mr. Stark's head was visible. He was sitting at the end of a long conference table. Mr. Stark must have heard her coming because he turned around and greeted Myla.

"Come in!" the brunette stated and walked through the door. "It's nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too, sir," the possible recruit replied.

"Don't call me sir. What is your name?" he asked.

"Myla Rogers."

"So, I understand that you are at the top of your engineering class at your high school, right?" Mr. Stark questioned.

"You did your homework, sir," Myla said, "With all due respect if you already knew me, then why did you ask what my name was?"

Mr. Stark replied. "I have many people coming through."

"I can see why sir," She told him, "Someone would have to be crazy to refuse an offer to work on one of your projects."

Mr. Stark smiled. "So, tell me about your life."

Myla took a deep breath. "Well, you already know I attend Midtown School of Science and Technology. I live with my adoptive mom, Sophia Pettigrew. And other than that, nothing is interesting about me or my life." Myla told him, hoping he would believe her.

"No," Mr. Stark leaned forward. "Your other life. You know, the one where you shoot fire out of your hands."

She tensed. "Sir? H-how did you know?" She couldn't keep herself from stammering.

"I work with the world's top spies. Why do you think I called you here? Because you're the best student at your school?"

"Yes?" The blonde admitted, "Because your email said this was an internship meeting."

"If you were serious about the internship, then you would have seen on my website that I don't give out personal internships."

Myla met Mr. Starks' comment with silence.

"But it still is an internship meeting. But not to work here as an engineer, but to be an Avenger." Mr. Stark said. "And you should know I don't give that offer like candy. Especially to teenagers"

"I need to think about it," Myla told him. "It's a big change, going from the Ignis who catches teenage shoplifters to fighting with the Avengers."

"I understand. Let me know by Wednesday. You can email me, or here's my number." Mr. Stark handed me a business card, and Myla took it.

"Thank you and goodbye." She nodded, smiled, then took her exit.

"Hey, Mom, I'm home!" Myla called as she put the car keys on the front table.