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"Isley. Pamela Isley. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Jones," she cooed breathily, retracting her pheromones just a hint. No need to knock him out.
"Yes, of course. Mr. Stark's assistant. And you're out here by yourself? Surely he'd have a mountain of work for you, considering what a busy man he is!" she chirped, letting out a girlish giggle.
She had taken a step towards him upon their meeting, and was now playing with the clipped rose in her hand, twirling it between her fingers. Her green eyes flashed brightly, almost distractingly so. She was in her element, and it was all too exciting. Easy, now. He hasn't told you a thing, yet.