Justin wasn't having the best week. Justine wouldn't shut up about the damn cats. Li Hua had left him responsible for some new crazy lady who seemed just as likely to go after his balls- and not in the fun way. He was spending a small fortune with all this good PR, the food donations, and the shelters, but Hammer Industries was still no where near ready to get back to business as usual (apparently weapons were not the primary concern of a world returning from the brink of death), and they still were doing construction on the half the building which had been torn down when Magneto attacked.
And to make it all that much worse, he'd stopped off at Starbucks on his way to Queens for his usual: Tall skinny pumpkin spice latte. Three shots. Extra pump. No foam. Which he had then promptly spilled in the back of the car.
It didn't seem like such a bad thing anymore once he arrived in his office to find Jenny on the floor and a strange man behind his desk.
How did this people keep finding him??
"...Uhhhh...how did- I am firing my security-, is she-?" He took a step towards the fallen secretary, "Jesus fuck man."