Laptop courtesy of Tony Stark. Check.
Expensive bottle of whiskey courtesy of room service. Check.
Okay, then. Let's do this.
I read my obituary. That was a thing. My whole life reduced to a couple of column inches. They overlooked all the really interesting bits, of course.
A lot has happened in the last six years, I gotta say.
I've logged on to this network and read
So, anyhow, I'm Ellen Brandt and I tried to kill Tony Stark once. No hard feelings, I hope. It was just business. I probably shouldn't be writing this, but screw it. I have half a bottle of whiskey left and the worst already happened to me once.