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Bethany Cabe looked over her morning reports with a glare firmly affixed to her face. From just the few seconds she'd glanced over the pages in front of her she could tell that this was going to be one of Those days. Her blood pressure was already threatening to rise and a curse of I haven't had enough coffee yet to deal with this shit had already passed from her lips. As per the usual there was only one person who could infuriate her so much before ten in the morning and she knew precisely where to find him. *** She yanked the sheet off of the bed, not caring that a model-esque young woman fell out and hit the floor with a weak little thud. The anorexia queen probably broke a rib; Bethany didn't care nor did she care that Tony Stark, her boss and primary Pain In Her Ass, was well stark naked. He was nice to look at, a considerable perk, but it wasn't the point. "Out." Bethany threw the skimpy things that passed for the model's clothes out into the hallway and the tone of her voice kept the girl from protesting. Her eyes never left Tony even as she crossed her arms over her chest, delivering unto him the same glare she'd given her reports not even an hour earlier. "So let me get this straight one more time, for the record. That crazy woman from Kalamazoo who claims you are Jesus and also the father of her unborn child--which doesn't exit--and has not only threatened to kill you so you can rule Heaven together but has tried to make it so resurfaces in the city and you decide to respond to this threat by ditching your personal bodyguard, aka me, so you can go party and bring home a twig-sized Friday night fuck?" She arched a brow. "If you were really that desperate for horizontal entertainment we might have been able to work something out." She pulled a small device from her pocket and tossed it onto the bed. It landed near Tony's bare thigh. "Buffy who just skulked out of here up until two months ago worked for Hammer. Worked for, not serviced so either she has a taste for men in your particular line of work or she might have been up to no good. I know the company you keep, Tony. You should know by now a set of tits doesn't equal a lack of espionage skills. We're already checking internal security. Pepper's re-working your itinerary. You might want to consider some pants."
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