Fink smiled and waved Pepper into the elevator, bracing his hand against hist stomach as he ushered the slim, trim, redhead into the elevator, "Of course your bodyguard can come too, Ms. Potts."
Pepper smiled, a little uneasily and glanced back at Victoria; she was busying herself eyeing up the big-busted secretary, practically drooling all over herself. Pepper knew Hand was a lesbian, but she didn't know she was such a tit-lover.
"Mmm?" Victoria jerked around, cocking one eyebrow, "Oh...of course."
She stepped into the elevator in turn, giving a small grunt as the large, black man placed his hand against the small of her back and gave her a small push, stepping in behind her.
Fink smiled politely, holding the elevator door with one hand as he flipped open his smartphone and pressed it to his ear, "Mmmhmm, yes? Ah! I see..."
He pressed the smartphone to his chest and smiled at Pepper, "I am terribly sorry for the interruption, Ms. Potts, but I'm afraid something has come up in my office; a small matter, but one that must be dealt with swiftly, you don't mind, I hope?"
Pepper's smile held, though her eyes were lined with worry, "Not at all, Mr. Fink, do take your time. Efficiency is everything. I'd hate to be given a tour of your business when it's not running to it's potential."
Hand supressed a smirk from her corner of the elevator. She had to admit, Pepper was doing good.
Fink smiled, "Too kind, I'm sure Manute here will give you a lovely tour of our building in the meantime."
The large, black man-- Manute -- smiled thinly and pressed a button on the elevator door, "Of course, Mr. Fink. Ladies, our first visit will be to the..."
Fink stepped out of the elevator with a shrug as the voices faded behind the closing elevator doors, smiling smugly to himself as he punched the call button for the next elevator and stepped inside with a wink at the giggling, masturbating secretary that
sat at the lobby desk.
Manute could handle those two bitches, he thought to himself, pressing the button for his office. He had something a great deal more important to deal with.
When he entered his office, there was already someone sitting behind his desk; all he could see was the man's cuff-links and prominent, ridged hairline; his back was to Fink.
A folder of files were sitting on his otherwise empty desk. Fink picked them up without a word and flicked through them.
"Were they every bit as impressive as I said they would be?" The man in his chair asked Fink.
"Oh yes," Fink murmured, "Ms. Potts and her little guard-dog will fit in quite nicely here at BTI."
The man behind the chair nodded, murmuring appreciatively, "Good. But that brings us to our next issue; their friends."
Fink peered at the files, diagrams, instructions, schematics, "Mmm, the van outside? S.H.I.E.L.D., right? They shouldn't be too hard to deal with. We've handled their type before."
"No," The man behind the desk said, a hint of irritiation tinging his voice, "Their superfriends..."
Fink cocked an eyebrow, "Ah, yes. One question..." He peered closer at the files, "What's an 'Ultron'?"
"Just a little something I kept the schematics for when I last left my
office, Mr. Fink. Have your security teams and brightest minds take a look; they'll be able to create a very obedient, very much unstoppable army of security drones for you."
Fink set the file down with a soft shrug, "I see, very gracious of you."
The man behind the desk spun around, a crazed smile staining his features as he leaned across the desk and pointed a wavering finger at Fink, "Just remember the deal; I get Hand, I get Hill and I get the other woman we talked about...the special one."
"Of course," Fink smiled, wanting to look anywhere but at the crazed eyes that were gazing right at him, "For your help, you'll be rewarded quite well, I assure you, Mr. Osborn."
"Please," The grinning, cackling mad-man stood up fully and extended his hand for a shake, "Call me Norman."