nwo_potts (nwo_potts) wrote in nwo_shield, @ 2008-07-13 16:23:00 |
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Paige paced her room, taking the card out of her pocket to look at it one more time. She'd memorized the seven digits long ago, but she was... well, to be perfectly frank, she was stalling. Had been stalling all week, too. Phone conversations were always so awkward... But it had been long enough. Taking a seat on her bed, legs curling up Indian position, she picked up her cell phone, fingers toying with her bedspread as she waited for someone to answer.
This had been one hell of a week. Because she'd been spending so much time at home -- god she was so smitten, it was disgusting -- in the hopes of maybe possibly catching Frank in the act of dropping of notes, she'd had a lot of catching up to do at the office.
Not only that, but since Steve's return to regular life, Tony seemed to have all but disappeared, leaving her with even more work than usual. "Stupid Tony," she muttered as she tried sort through some papers. "Going off to do whatever you want, because of COURSE Pepper's going to take care of it, why wouldn't she?"
And then her work phone rang. Frowning, she looked at the ID and didn't recognize the number, which was normal actually. Tony liked to give her number out because, as he put it, 'if they can't get through you, Pep, I don't wanna talk to them."
"Stark Industries," she answered.
Well she hadn't expected to hear a woman's voice. Hadn't expected to hear anyone's voice, actually. She'd expected an answering machine. One that she could just babble her message into and hang up. But...oh well. "Uh...yes...Mr. Stark gave me this number and told me to call him," Paige answered, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. Gods she could feel herself turning red. "My name is Paige Guthrie."
Paige Guthrie. Pepper tried to wrack her brain in order to place the girl. The voice was soft and southern and seemed recognizable and yet, she had no clue. Flipping open her notes from Tony, she tried to scan through them quickly in order to see if Paige's name was anywhere. Nope.
"Well, Ms. Guthrie, you've reached Pepper Potts. I'm sorry, but Mr. Stark isn't available at the moment. " not even for me "May I inquire as to the nature of this phone call?"
"It's...of a personal nature." At least she thinks it is. "We met at his party last week. I just hadn't had a chance to call back yet." Or had been too shy too.
Pepper groaned inside her head. The blonde bombshell from the party. Of course. She feels instantly sorry for the girl, although, Tony was notorious for giving out Rhodes' number, or the number for the business itself. If he gave her, Pepper's number.... well who knew. Still, Pepper didn't approve and it was her job to make sure Tony was not bothered by brainless girls.
"Of course. Well, Ms. Guthrie, I'm afraid to say that Mr. Stark is a very busy individual, and, while I would be more than happy to take along your information and pass it along, I cannot promise a timely reply." Or one at all. Chances were if she went up to Tony with this message, he'd just brush it off. Or call her back, if he was that bored.”
...of course." Looks like Rogue had been right about not getting her hopes up too high. A pause and she gave Pepper her phone number. "Thank you, very much, Ms. Potts."
"Good day, Ms. Guthrie," Pepper said, closing the phone. She could hear the tone in the girl's voice; she'd truly believed that Tony had given her his personal number. Also, if she'd been one of those tarts, she would've argued and fought with Pepper, demanding to know where and when Tony would be talking to them.
Pepper had no problem chewing those ones up and spitting them out. It was the sweet ones that really got her.
But it was all part of the job.