“You’re so much less fun than Iron Man,” Harry chided, though he couldn’t summon much bite. There was a superhero who would take E with you in a nightclub bathroom. Hell, Harry had seen the news coverage of some of his parties. He probably had his own guy on staff to avoid these sorts of awkward run ins. Was it weird to use a business rival for drug dealer networking? … Probably.
“You think someone’s going to kidnap me?” He scoffed, wrapping his arms tighter around his chest. He knew that Spider-Man wasn’t completely off base on this one. He’d been mugged at knifepoint once when he was living in London, and again while he was visiting Jakarta. But people were always more interested in Harry’s money than Harry. “Wouldn’t do them any good, there’s no one left who could pay my ransom. My dad is dead. And the board would probably view this as a net positive, which really isn’t a secret.”
“The only person who’s tried to restrain me and move me to a second location is, you know. You.”