25 | Miles
“Good morning, Mr Stark,” I walked in the office, wearing a big smile that I hope would convince Mr Stark that it really is a good morning. For me at least. Truth is, I’ve gotten really nervous around him, and I don’t want it to affect my work. So I’m putting on a front. Instead, Mr Stark regards me with a raised brow. I cleared my throat, placing the cup of coffee in front of him before stepping back to wait for him to tell me to proceed. Normally, he’s too busy with whatever he’d been occupied to spare me a look. He’d just grab the coffee without a word and merely grunts an order. This time, Mr Stark leans back on his chair, his eyes devouring me whole, from head to toe. I’ve never had to deal with this much intense attention from him, hence why I’m a shuffling mess, clutching the iP
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