Chapter 8 - The Race

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"You know, it's Europe. Whatever happens the next 20 minutes, just go with it."

"Go with it? Go with what?" I ask.

Natalie then approaches us and smiles, "Mr Stark?"

"Hey."

"Hello. How was your flight?" She asks.

"It was excellent. Boy, it's nice to see you."

"We have one photographer from the ACM, if you don't mind. Okay?"

"When did this happen?" I smile and look at Tony, internally pissed off.

"What? You made me do it."

"I made you do what?" I seethe.

"You quit. Smile. Look, right there. Stop acting constipated. Don't flare your nostrils." I turn and smile as they take a picture.

"You are so predictable."

"That's the amazing thing." He smiles.

Natalie comes back and leads us forward, "Right this way."

"You look fantastic." He looks Natalie up and down.

"Why, thank you very much."

"But that's unprofessional. What's on the docket?" He looks back at me and smirks, I respond by filing my eyes and taking a large sip of my drink.

"You have a 9:30 dinner."

"Perfect. I'll be there at 11:00." He smiles.

"Absolutely."

"Is this us?" Tony points.

"It can be."

"Great. Make it us." He laughs.

"Okay."

"Mr. Musk. How are you?" I turn away and hold my hand out.

"Hi, Y/N. Congratulations on the promotion." He stands and shakes my hand.

"Thank you very much." I smile.

"Elon, how's it going. Those Merlin engines are fantastic." Tony says.

"Thank you. Yeah, I've got an idea for an electric jet."

"You do?" Tony asks.

"Yeah."

"Then we'll make it work." Tony turns to me as we walk, "You want a massage?"

"Oh, God. No. I don't want a massage." I roll my eyes.

"I'll have Natalie make an..."

"I don't want Natalie to do..."

"Don't want you tense. By the way, I didn't mean to spring this on you." He smiles as we stand by the bar.

"Thank you very much."

"Green is not your best color."

"Oh, please." I scoff.

"Anthony. Is that you?" Someone says from behind Tony.

Tony whispers to me, "My least favourite person on Earth."

"Hey, pal."

"Justin Hammer." Tony shakes his hand.

"How you doing? You're not the only rich guy here with a fancy car. You know Christine Everhart from Vanity Fair. You guys know each other?"

"Hi. Yes." She smiles at us.

"Yes." I nod. I really wanted to escape from these people.

"Yes, roughly." Tony says.

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