[MORGAN comes home after work. Her boyfriend GARETH Jamison is cooking in the kitchen.]
GARETH: Hey Morgan.
MORGAN: Hey. Mmm, that smells good, Gareth!
GARETH: Thanks. How was it, being CEO?
MORGAN [undoing her bootlaces]: Weird. I'll tell you later. Man, I'm hungry. [Thinking.] What am I going to tell him?
[MORGAN sits at the kitchen island. GARETH sets her food in front of her.]
GARETH [half-smiling]: So, you helping me tomorrow?
MORGAN [flirting]: You've got me all day. Hey, would you still like me if I got Headway? I know it's controversial and stuff...
GARETH: You mean the computer-in-your-head thing? Yeah, as long as you don't let it run you.
MORGAN [thinking]: Noted...
GARETH: You're cool as you are.
MORGAN [fake indignant]: Cool? That's all?!
GARETH [grinning]: I love you Morgan.
[He kisses a blushing MORGAN on the temple. After dinner, MORGAN's phone buzzes. It's someone labeled "BFF".]
MORGAN: It's NaTalia. She's probably calling to wish us a happy Thanksgiving. [She answers.] Heyyy...you're on speakerphone.
NATALIA: Hi Morgan! Hi Gareth – oh wait, you there?
GARETH [clearing plates]: I'm here.
NATALIA: You neh-vah say hi, man.
MORGAN [smiling]: He's just not that kind of guy. [She goes to sit on the couch as he finishes the dishes.]
NATALIA: Alright, just callin' to say happy Thanksgiving y'all, before everyone gets busy.
GARETH and MORGAN [simultaneously]: You too.
NATALIA: You guys are great.
[GARETH joins MORGAN on the couch, next to the corner bookcase. The curtains are drawn over the floor-to-ceiling windows.]
MORGAN: Hey...Talia.
NATALIA: Yeah.
MORGAN: I'm thinking of getting Headway to help with the engineering stuff. Any advice?
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Daughter: Issue 1
Fanfiction"Twenty years after Tony Stark's heroic death, his daughter Morgan is taking on the family business and carrying on his LEGACY." What Morgan didn't inherit was her mother Pepper's practicality, or her father's genius. Now Pepper is in the hospital f...
