It was the oddest thing. Emma would have completely missed Tony Stark had he not greeted her first. Usually, she could scan for people and find them immediately, but there was something different that didn't allow her to do that with Tony. Curiosity filled her mind as she turned toward the voice and offered the sweetest smile she had in her arsenal.
"Ah, Mr. Stark. I only half-expected to see you here tonight. I hope you're enjoying yourself?" She offered her hand to shake. Emma was different than most other super-rich women. She had her "manly" tendancies and it made some of her associates unsure of what to do with her. She was as cut-throat as any man, but had such a pretty face that they felt guilty if they ever told her "no." Oh, how she liked that. It was always part of her master plan— look weak and demure, but be stronger than they can ever handle.