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"H-Hi, I'm here to meet with, erm, Tony?" Poppy tried to sound casual and confident as she spoke to the receptionist, a brunette that seemed more than happy ignoring her, and wished she could walk out the door and start over when she didn't get a response. Clearing her throat, she stood a little taller, and said loudly, "He's expecting me."
With a sigh, the receptionist finally looked up at the blood and gave her a judgmental once over before rolling her eyes and typing something into his computer, "Name?" "Poppy Meadows." "Mmmh, he's in a meeting right now. If you don't want to wait you c-" "I'll wait!" "Right....Have a seat, I'll let his secretary know you're here." "Thank you."
Sighing softly, Poppy walked over to sit at a tall table looking out at the busy street and silently hoped that she didn't come off as nervous as she was. This was her first official, private, meeting with Tony after a back and forth over text after they had exchanged numbers at a bar and she was nervous. Their meeting at the bar had been brief; he had caught her just as she was leaving and cockily gave her his number with the expectation that she'd message him in the morning and to her annoyance, she did. Now? She was at his office, his huge expensive Avengers office, getting ready to have lunch and sign a paper that signed her body over to him in exchange for a comfortable life of luxury. Fuck, did she smell nervous?















