Chapter 3: New Life

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I walk down to the lab, and Tony and I finish our discussion about the company and Sarah. We decide to appoint her as co-CEO of Stark Industries with me even though she is only eighteen.

A few hours later, Sarah and I walk into the gym where Happy and Tony are boxing.

"The notary's here, Babe!"

"Dad, can you please come sign the transfer paperwork?"

"I'm on Happy time. Sorry."

"What the hell was that, Tony?" Happy exclaims as Tony punches him.

"It's called mixed martial arts. It's been around for three weeks."

"It's called dirty boxing. There's nothing new about it."

"Actually, Tony is right, Happy. Look it up. I invented it."

"All right, put them up. Come on," Tony says to Happy.

"Dad, I promise you this is the only time I will ask you to sign over your company."

Nat tells us to initial each box, and Happy knocks the back of Tony's head.

"Lesson one. Never take your eyes off—" Happy starts before Tony knocks him back. "That's it. I'm done."

"What's your name, lady?"

"Rushman. Natalie Rushman," Nat says.

"Front and center. Come into the church."

"Tony." "Dad." Sarah and I say at the same time.

"You're not seriously gonna ask—" I try to stop him.

"If it pleases the court, which it does."

"It's no problem, ma'am."

"I'm sorry. My father is very eccentric," Sarah announces.

"What? Can you give her a lesson, Hap?"

"No problem."

"Ads?"

"What?"

"Who is she?"

"She is from legal. And she is potentially a very expensive sexual harassment lawsuit if you keep ogling her like that."

"I need a new assistant, boss; and, Liza, you know I would never."

"You're right. That's why Pepper put together some candidates—"

"We need someone now. I feel like it's her. I mean, if you're not—"

"No, yeah. She's good. That's fine. Pepper is on her honeymoon with Rhodes anyway."

"What?"

"We were at their wedding last week, Tony."

"Oh, right."

"You ever boxed before?" Happy asks Nat.

"I have, yes."

"What, like, the Tae Bo?" I chuckle. "Booty Boot Camp? Crunch? Something like that?"

She clears her throat.

"How do I spell your name, Natalie?" Tony yells from beside me. Sarah is leaning against a pole waiting to see what her "Aunt" Nat will do. (Yes, Sarah knows more than Tony, what can I say?)

"R-U-S-H-M-A-N."

"Good. You can google her now," I smirk as I access her file so Tony will see the right one.

"I thought I was ogling her." I frown at that.

"Dad, you might wanna be careful there."

"We're fine, Sweetheart," I say.

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