I breathed deeply and calmly, not giving away my recognition of this man. I walked briskly into my office and looking down at my desk as I sat down said, "Hello Mister...?" while I was silently cursing my secretary for letting him in.
"Logan...Smith." He hesitated.
I nodded my head and wrote his name down on the paper with my favourite fountain pen and then looked up at him professionally sitting with my back straight and shoulders back. When I brought my eyes up to meet his, he blanched slightly. Internally, I was smirking but externally, I was starring at him blankly.
"What brings you here to Stark Industries?" I asked formally.
And then the side door that connects to my father's and mother's shared office and out strolled my fun-loving, pig-headed, father bouncing a tennis-ball and wearing his favourite pair of sweat pants and a Black Sabbath T-Shirt with his Iron Man fluffy slippers. "RoseBud, has Capsicle returned from the U.K. yet? And, how is the...relationship you have with the other Steve? Your fiancé." He asked in a fake British accent.
"Mister Stark." I growled pointedly as I turned to face him.
"Of course, where are my manners? Dog Boy, what are you doing here in my building, talking to my daughter?!"
I groaned, stood up roughly, flipped my long curly red hair out of my face and walked over to my father, gripped his upper arm tightly and excused us for a bit.
"WHAT are you doing, Dad?!" I growled sharply.
He smirked at me and said, "Well, I saw your schedule for the day from Gretchen and saw his name and face on it. I figured that I'd just come on over and...assist you with the interview."
"Daddy, I love you so much but you need to let this go. It has been how many years?"
"Precisely. Ten years! I've got Steve now! You know he's a good guy..."
"I enjoy watching that freak squirm when Cap and I mess with him..." Dad's attention started to drift to the next prank he and Uncle Steve were going to play on my Steve no doubt.
"You're infuriating, Dad!"
"I know you are but what am I?" He shot back cheekily.
I groaned, he was going to drive me to drink. "Daddy, do I need to get Mom in here?"
He visibly paled and looked stricken.
I smirked at him, "Are you leaving yet?"
He straightened and said, "RoseBud, I'll see you later. Dog Breath, touch her and I'll kill you!" then he walked off to his office.
I sighed and returned to my desk to sit down again. "I'm terribly sorry about my father's inconsiderate nature, Mister Logan. And, I'm sorry you had to hear and see that."
"Don't worry about it, Miss Stark." he answered gruffly.
"Right, now what persuaded you to come and seek employment in Stark Industries?" I asked, getting back on task.
"You." he said.
"Logan, I cannot do this..." I sighed.
"You told me that once I changed my ways, found my way to God and Jesus that they would lead me to you. They did, you're why."
"No, I'm not. I don't think that you understand, I'm engaged to Steve Johnson now. I'm sorry." I whispered.
He stiffened and growled animalisticly. "HIM?! THAT JERK THAT SCREWED AROUND WITH YOUR JOB INTERVIEW?! THE ONE YOU ALMOST LET ME KILL?!"
I sighed again; men are so dramatic... "That's all in the past, love." I slapped a hand over my mouth.
He looked at me and smirked. "What was that, love?"