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Tony Stark (sansiron) wrote in silverage,

Tony smirked around the swig of alcohol in his mouth. "Are you implying I keep a messy desk?" There was no need to imply it. Anyone who looked at the thing could tell it, and while the far nicer mahogany desk in his office was clean on top the drawers were a terrifying sight to behold. There were times when he would call and ask for a secretary to bring something in to him during a meeting and it would take her a good twenty minutes to search his office.

He stared at the design for the payload mechanism, thought for a moment in silence, and then began adding small details to the design. "I miss meetings, show up to things late, and spend a good deal of time down here doing other people's jobs for them. My other assistants have said it's impossible to get me to go to anything unless I think I'm going to enjoy it. Sometimes I have to have someone hold this--" he gestured vaguely to the arc reactor. "While I perform what's essentially open heart surgery on myself-- that's when the last girl quit."

It had either been that or the consistent sexual advances, but she'd never refused those.