I sit on the floor of the kitchen, holding my now cold coffee and go over everything that has happened over the course of just 24 hours.
It was my first day of work. I went to the roof to eat my lunch and saw two men, one of which tried to kill me and the other, I have no idea where he went. Next I blacked out. And now I'm in New York City and I'm to be a personal assistant to someone I didn't even know?
But where is the man in the black suit? Where did he go and where did he come from? And why on earth is the guy who tried to kill me here as well?
It's the small thudding footsteps that break me from my thoughts. My head snaps up, catching sight of the clock. 9:46 a.m.
I have no time to prepare myself as the footsteps draw closer.
A man walks into the kitchen, a different one from before. He's tall and broad-shouldered, with dark hair, dressed in jeans, a Black Sabbath shirt, and Nike Jordans.
"Hello, I'm Tony Stark, your Quinn I presume?"
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