The Art Museum

Pepper was on the phone with a member of Stark Industries telling her how Mr. Stark was late on his responding to the important Paris papers. She sighed, “yes.. Yes I’ll make sure he gets them ready.” She nodded feeling her head start to ache, “of course, no, it will be there!” She relaxed as she said her goodbyes and she hung up the phone. Instantly Pepper massaged her temples the stress made her head throb, she rested her elbows on the table wishing she had a way out of this mess today. Just then she heard a knock on the door and curiosity ran through her veins and she smoothed her blouse, “come in.” She said with a kind work tone straightening up in her chair waiting to see who it was and whether or not she needed to stand for the encounter.