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Chapter 18 Stark Industries without Stark

John finished today's business early, and was lying in the boss's chair, looking at the resumes sent by the people who wanted to be his assistants.

Suddenly a resume entered his field of vision, Natalie Rushman.Next to it is a passport photo of her.

John froze for a moment, the name...

The pseudonym used by Natasha the Black Widow in Iron Man II...

Suddenly, John clicked on the details excitedly...

She is fluent in French, Italian, Russian and Latin.

Well I know this isn't what I'm looking for.

She had been boxing for a while.

You know, this isn't what I'm looking for either.

She has a law degree, not this.She was a ballet dancer for a while, not this one.A national gymnast, even a certificate... gone.

John couldn't help but swear.

Do I look so innocent?How could Stark find out that she was still a model in Tokyo?

What about pictures?What about the picture of riding a horse?

"Ah Fu, can your virtual screen be dropped?"

"Of course you can, master."

John slammed the virtual screen to the ground.

Ah Fu calculated a set of broken animation in 3D very perfunctorily.

"I don't feel it at all." John looked at the debris still on the ground, and stepped on it.

"Send your resume to the screen of my tablet."

"Crack!" The tablet was smashed into pieces.

"This brand of tablet is good, and it feels good when you drop it." John sat back in his original position, "Buy more."

"Yes, the order has been generated."

"Send a message to Alexei Batalov in the Human Resources Department, and say that I am free today and can personally interview candidates who have passed their assessment. The time is set at ten o'clock. I will go to the Human Resources Department on time to start the interview."

John changed into a well-fitting British suit, and he found out why he was restrained in a suit.

The Italian-style suit is handsome but too close-fitting, and under the superhuman biological stance and continuous training, he has been getting stronger at a speed that is difficult to discern with the naked eye.

So he now opts for English suits.

Alexey Batalov, short legal name.You don't want me to type his full name. His full name is the type that I can type out an entire chapter.

He is a strong man of Russian origin, stronger than John's current bodyguard and driver Blake, probably equivalent to the Russian guy in The Punisher.

He stood in the administrative corridor outside the personnel department, in front of him were twenty young and handsome beauties, Greek, Irish, Russian, American...

Of course they will all be there. If there is a normal interview and I send you a message in the morning, they may not be able to arrive.

But they have already passed the interview, and now they are all reserve cadres, and they are also company employees.Of course, I arrived on time at 09:30 in the morning.

For them, this interview is not only an internal assessment but also an opportunity to step up to the sky.

The mental outlook is excellent, and some are still racing against time to touch up their makeup.

"Let's go to the waiting room first, don't be nervous, you have already joined the job, if it is not too outrageous, you will not be fired, but this opportunity should be seized as much as possible, maybe a certain question can be answered in the heart of the boss... At least 50 years of struggle will be saved. ” Alexey Batalov’s words made at least half of the people more nervous.

With the help of Ah Fu, John inquired about the file of Natalie's pseudonym, and sure enough, he found the record of being a model in Tokyo.

While he was flipping through these photos, Ah Fu suddenly made a sound.

"Sir, it is already ten o'clock."

John rolled his eyes, took the elevator and went directly to the personnel department.

Alexei Batalov greeted him, "My lord, the interview room is ready."

John asked a few random questions and called the next one, and everyone was stuck within 10 minutes of answering time.

To be honest, they all look good, and there are always a few angles that make me feel excited.

Maybe it's because I'm too easily moved.

John called in the last person, Black Widow, who went by the alias Natalie Rushman.

"Please sit down." John said routinely.

Natasha sat down gracefully, with her knees turned slightly to the left.The white shirt was stretched a little out of shape.

I'm really envious, ah no, I really feel sorry for the pressure that this shirt has endured.

"Ready?" John Wiersher asked.

"Of course." Natasha replied.

She went through a simple interview training before coming to the interview.This sentence should make the other party feel that they are not relaxed enough?
Thinking of this, she relaxed her sitting posture a little, but still maintained her demeanor.

"introduce yourself."

"Natalie Rushman, graduated from the Harvard Law Department..."

John pinched his thigh, Harvard University dare to say...

"Well, you are undoubtedly a genius. At only 24 years old, you have not only obtained a lawyer's license, but also a world-class gymnast...It is rare for ordinary people to get a Harvard diploma at this age." John pinched his thigh to prevent himself Laugh out loud.

The Snake and Shield Bureau can do it, and make up a set.

But this is only 08, the widow sister in the movie version seems to be 24...

"Not as powerful as the president. He already has more than 21 patents at the age of 700."

"In fact, most of the patents have not passed the review." John coughed twice, "The next question, what do you know about our company?"

The two chatted until it was almost time for dinner.The interview recorder next to me was sore from typing.

"Okay, one last question. It's time for us to go to lunch." John stretched his body and relaxed on the chair. "Your target position may be simpler. Would you rather be my assistant or go to the legal department."

"I'd rather be your assistant." Natasha replied.

"Are you sure? My assistant doesn't just work in the office. If I take a scientific research project and go out to discuss business...you will be by my side. I remember that your answer to the question about working overtime was..." John looked at the record member.

"Yes, only reasonable overtime arrangements will be accepted," said the recorder.

"That's right," John said.

"As your assistant, I accept any form of overtime." Natasha replied.

"May I ask why?"

"I... look forward to someone like Mr. Wilshere, you know you are a genius, Tony Stark still needs to inherit the family business, and you have owned a huge company and won the military in less than two months. Fang's large order..."

After chatting all morning, Natasha probably understood that this guy was like listening to herself praise him.It was also trying to exaggerate not so deliberately, but he asked himself straight now... what can I do?
"Okay, needless to say, Natalie Rushman will be Umbrella's assistant to the president from now on. Effective immediately." John walked into the elevator without looking back.

Natasha wanted to keep up.But was stopped by Alexei Batalov.

"Don't worry, go and replace the bracelets of regular employees first." Alexey said, "Your bracelets are temporary authorization bracelets for reserve cadres. After you are transferred to the official department, the new bracelet will be recorded into your DNA. , automatically record attendance, monitor heart rate and health status."

"If you are in danger, it will help you according to your authority level. Ordinary employees' bracelets will automatically call an ambulance and 911. Mine comes with an Umbrella security bronze level protection service."

"Of course, you can use it as a watch with a company internal communicator."

Natasha looked at the eloquent Alexei...

"Did you pay for the ambulance yourself?"

"Don't worry, the company is out."

Don't worry too much, okay?Is this something you can't take off?Then when I was injured during the mission, I was directly sent to 911, the ambulance, and the Umbrella security guards brought me to my coordinates...

Hope S.H.I.E.L.D. can take it off.

"Sorry, there is no color to choose. The whole body is black, and the gap in the middle is glowing red. Actually, you will find it quite handsome after you get used to it. This is the boss's aesthetic. It is said to come from a spider called black widow."

"The boss seems to like this color scheme very much. The table in the lounge is black, and the chair lining is red. Colleagues in the R&D department said that as long as it is a silent weapon, it is basically named the Black Widow series."

Natasha ignored Alexei who was talking endlessly, picked up a bracelet and put it on her hand.

It's about as wide as a finger and only two or three millimeters thick.It has a sci-fi metal texture, but it looks like it's not worn, and it's very light.

"The DNA entry is complete, Natalie Rushman, welcome."

"The current level of authority is ten, and you have the right to any area at any time today."

"Your safety is guaranteed by Umbrella, respected Umbrella Gold Level security target. No matter where you are on the earth,"

Alexei took out a bone conduction earphone, "I forgot to give it to you, just hang it behind your ear."

John sat in the lounge area on the top floor, playing games.

The elevator door opened, and Natasha in professional attire walked in.

"I thought you'd come up earlier." John said without looking back.

"I think so too, sir." Natasha put the tray on the coffee table. "Your lunch."

"Thank you." John was still playing the game, manipulating Batman to calmly block all attacks, and kept making coordinated attacks with Robin next to him.

Like the real Batman alive.

"Want to try? You control Robin." John asked.

"No, no need."

Natasha never expected that John, as the president, would be so free.

Play games until get off work.

Natasha sat at the position of assistant to the president, feeling like a waiter in a game hall.

"Tonight's red carpet show will be held in the music hall, Tony Stark for the family of firefighters..."

Oh, Tony's party tonight?
It's a pity that I'm in Los Angeles, otherwise I would have to go to charity to avoid tax.

Crowds crowded outside the concert hall, people filled the entire street, and even flocked to the surrounding streets.Concert attendees ranged from celebrities and generals to business tycoons and movie stars.

When Tony pulls his sports car over to the side of the road, flashing lights immediately surround him.He got out of the car, waved to the crowd, and handed the keys to the parking attendant.

The crowd erupted in cheers as Tony stepped onto the red carpet.A few months ago, he was a prisoner of war; now, he is the center of attention.Tony suddenly felt that he was out of place here.Not so long ago, these people were his admirers, but now they were just strange faces to him.He saw Obadiah.He stood among the crowd as if making a speech.In other words, as usual, he deliberately wanted to attract everyone's attention.

"What the hell is wrong with a party founder being an uninvited intruder?" Tony asked.Stanislav looked a little embarrassed, and he nodded to the other guests. "I'll see you inside." With that, he led Tony away from the crowd.

"Let's take our time, shall we?" Stane said. "I've secured the board as planned." He nodded to the group of Stark Industries executives wandering aimlessly on the red carpet. nod.

"You take care of it," Tony said, waving curtly at the board of directors, "I'm just suffocated. Then, we'll see you inside later." He walked towards the gate of the concert hall, afraid of being caught by the company's Business is entangled.

The concert hall was also packed with people, similar to the situation outside.The music started, and couples of guests danced happily on the dance floor.Tony sees Pepper coming down the stairs.She looked stunning in a classic evening gown.

Tony walked in her direction, but was interrupted... what's his name?It's the guy who was at Tony's before. "Mr. Stark?" He stopped Tony, and then re-introduced himself, "I'm Agent Coulson."

"Oh, yes," Tony said, "You're from..." He forgot again.The name of that organization is really long.

"The Homeland Strategic Defense Offensive and Logistics Support Agency," Coulson said.He literally did Tony a huge favor.

"My God, you should have a new name," Tony said.

Coulson nodded and said, "That's what a lot of people have said. Look, I know it's been a tough time for you right now, but we need to hear from you. There are a lot of questions to be answered, and time It's tight. Let's make an appointment to finalize something. How about meeting at Stark Industries at 24 pm on the 7th?"

"Okay," Tony said, "then it's settled. You're so right." Coulson looked surprised.Tony nodded in Pepper's direction, and then continued to say to Coulson, "Then I'll go see my assistant now and confirm the time with her."

After all, he finally caught up with Pepper in the crowd.Pepper was surprised and delighted to see Tony.

"Miss Potts," Tony said, "can I have five minutes of your time? You look like...a natural fit for this dress."

"Thank you," she said. "Here's your Christmas present."

"My taste is really good." Tony said, "Can I invite you to dance?" He took Pepper's hand and led her quickly to the center of the dance floor.Pepper blushed and looked away from him.

"I'm sorry," Tony said, "Did I make you feel uncomfortable?"

"No," she replied, flushing slightly. "I always wear chiffon dresses, forget to use deodorant, and dance with my boss in front of all my colleagues."

"If I fire you, will it make you less embarrassed?" Tony asked.

Pepper smiled and said, "You can't even survive a week without me."

"That's not for sure," Tony said.

"And what's your social security number?" she asked.

"Uh...five..." Tony began to falter.

Pepper laughed. "Yes, there's a five in it."

Pepper quietly told him the string of numbers.

Tony laughed, "I guess I'll never remember."

They danced together for so long that Tony lost track of time.Finally, they retreated outside on the veranda to catch their breath.Pepper looks beautiful under the stars.

They stood silently for a while.After a while, Pepper said, "That's really weird."

"I don't think it's weird at all," Tony said. "We were just dancing and no one was watching."

"No, it's not just about dancing," Pepper said. "You don't understand because you're just seeing it from your own perspective. You're my boss and I'm dancing with you…"

Tony thought he understood what she meant.It might have seemed strange to her to dance with her boss, since Tony was popular with women.

But it's just a dance, isn't it?

"I just think you're making a fuss," he said.

Pepper shook his head, feeling that Tony didn't seem to understand what he meant. "Here we are together, and I'm still wearing this ridiculous dress. We dance together, and..."

Their faces moved closer and closer.Tony realizes that if one of them doesn't do something, they're going to kiss.

As usual, it was up to Pepper to handle the awkward situation.She paused, then said, "I want a drink, a vodka martini."

"No problem," Tony said.

"No water, put more olives, at least three."

Tony walked over and took two glasses of wine from the buffet table.But before he got back to Pepper's, reporter Kristen Everhart walked up to him.A folder was tucked under her arm.

"Mr. Stark," she said, pushing a microphone in front of him, "I would like your response to your company's recent actions."

"Hey, I didn't approve of this," Tony explained, loosening his neckline. "They just put my name on the invitation to get more attention."

Everhart opened the folder and thrust the contents into his hands. "Is this what you mean by being responsible? This town is called Comilla, have you heard of it?"

Folders contained photos of Ten Commandments separatists armed with Stark machine guns, rocket-propelled grenade launchers and other weapons, with a village in flames behind them.

Looking at these photos, Tony felt a chill in his heart. "When were these pictures taken?" he asked.

"Yesterday," she replied, "you guys did a pretty good PR job. You told the world you've changed, but behind the scenes it's the same thing as before."

"I did not authorize the delivery of these weapons to that area," Tony said.He felt that everything around him was collapsing.

"Then it's approved by your company," Christine said.

Tony grabbed her hand. "Come with me," he said.They walked out of the building together and came to the place where a large number of reporters had gathered.Reporters were waiting there, ready to take pictures of the departing celebrities.

Tony walked ahead of Everhart.He saw Obadiah talking to the reporters and ran straight up to him, spreading the photo in front of him.

As soon as Obadiah saw the pictures, he immediately pushed Tony away from the reporter. "Could you step back, please?" he whispered.

"What's up with Comilla?" Tony demanded.

"Tony, Tony," Obadiah said, "you can't be so naive."

"Naive?" Tony said, "When I was young, they always told me that there are some bottom lines that cannot be crossed. This is the principle of our business. But while I stick to the bottom line, Stark Industries Behind the scenes, it's double-dealing. Our company doesn't deserve to represent America."

"Tony," Stane said, "you're acting like a kid again."

Tony stared at Stane, seeing fear in his eyes. "You don't believe I can turn this company around," Tony said. "You think we can only sell arms or go out of business."

"Tony, you're like a kid in the backseat of your dad's car with a red plastic steering wheel in your hands. The same is true of your position in the company now."

The reporters kept taking pictures around them, but Tony ignored them. "Maybe under such circumstances, I will choose to get out of the car directly." Tony responded.

"No, you're not even entitled to ride in the car," Stanis said.He took a deep breath and continued, "Tony, who do you think locked you out of the car? I'm the one who filed the restraining order."

Tony couldn't believe his words.Stanis turned away, but Tony gave chase.

He grabbed Stane by the coat and forced him to turn around. "Why?" Tony asked angrily.

"That's the only way I can protect you," Stanley replied.Before he could finish his sentence, two strong bodyguards stepped between them.

Stane shook Tony's hand one last time before leaving the party and getting into the waiting limousine.

Things shouldn't have gone this way, Tony thought.

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