Breakfast
"Good morning, sir. Here's your coffee, your croissant, two cookies and sliced apple. The CIA's apologized, but they can't come at noon, the president asked them to come at that time. They suggested three other options, would you like to choose from them?" Guinevere Royce put down the food on a table infront of Tony Stark.
"Thanks for the coffee, call the president," Tony stretched to take the cup from her hand, but she moved it away from him.
"No, start with breakfast, then you can have the coffee."
Tony looked at her with disapointment. "Miss Royce, I am your employer. You do what I want you to do, not the other way around."
"No, sir. Miss Potts is my employer, you're my boss. But her orders are superior to yours, so start eating. And before you speak with the president I should warn you, that he also wishes to speak with you. Mister Rogers once again flew away without warning to the airports, fly number 412 must have land two miles from New Jersey airport because of that."
He took a bite from the croissant. "Two miles? That's less than last time."
Guinevere put his coffee on the table. "The plane was meant to land in Washington DC."
"Aha, are there any other bad news about the Avengers?"
"President of Peru would like to get his son-in-law into his care, he claims that mister Flores was catfished by Hydra. That he thought that they were adoption agency. I think that you should bring it up when you see our president. Oh, and the List did show up again. This time on the doors from male toilets at second floor. The janitors will get rid of it in next six hours or so."
Tony snorted. "If you're to modest to go into the mens, I can go take it down."
"I'm not, it's just-"
He drank rest of his coffee and started walking towards the elevator. "No, no, don't be ashamed. I respect that. And I can take care of it. Tear down one paper is no biggie."
"More like one doors, the ex-agents didn't use paper," she grabbed plate with cookies and apple and followed him.
"Gin, we talked about it. You can't call them ex-agents."
"Please, don't call me Gin. And I only tried to put emphasis, that the rest of your employes didn't join in vandalising of your property."
"That's no longer true. The head of Legal drew a picture under it," JARVIS smugly interjected into their banter.
"Really?" Tony couldn't believe it. That sounded too risky for his legal department.
"Is he still flirting with that biochemist, darling?"
"Yes, and he also drew something," JARVIS answered both of them and let them from elevátor on second floor.
Tony snatched a cookie. "Stop flirting with my AI!"
"I'm not flirting, sir. That would look completely different. Wanna see?" She arched one of her brows.
"No, let's look at the List and then we call the president. Both of them."
Guinevere abruptly stopped infront of him. "Only after you eat your apple slices."
"Don't you think it's bad advertisement if the head of SI eats Apple? I can see the news: Even Tony Stark loves Apple!"
"Good thing it's sliced then, sir. But I think that everyone now writes Iron man, before your name or even instead, but I think that could be changed, if you would like?"
"Yes, yes, mister Stark, we can sue the CNN, and noone will write just Iron man again," agreed Louis Johnson, new head of legal department, while hidding tattoo machine behind his back.
Tony scoffed and shake his head. Then he read through the List on doors. "Nice emojies. You're a secret tattooer or something, Louis?"
"No, sir. I don't- that, ehm. I studied at art highschool before I pursue the law school," Louis ended replying with a proud puff of his cheat.
"What? You lost the passion or did someone break your hand?"
"No, miss Royce, my parents cut me of my trust fund."
"Louis, you should go, before you say something you would regret." Tony ordered him.
"Ehm, yes, sir. Thank you, sir. Miss Royce, could you take this? Yes, hold it like that. Thank you, sorry, have a nice day."
Guinevere joined Tony in small smile, but then she frown at him. "Eat your apple slices."