Life went on like this in utter chaos for a week.
News about Iron Man dominated all the headlines, and the stock price of Stark Industries fell first and then rose, surging all the way.
Tony spent every day soaking in the lab upgrading his armor, while dealing with various interviews and invitations, so busy that he barely touched the ground.
Logan continued to slack off, spending his workdays drinking and smoking in the lounge, occasionally strolling into the lab to offer a few harmless suggestions for Tony’s armor.
That morning, as soon as he reached the 36th floor, he saw Pepper standing by the elevator with a darkened face, as if she were waiting for someone.
“What is this? Who pissed you off?” Logan walked over and asked with a smile.
“Tony newly hired an assistant.” Pepper’s tone was icy.
“The legal department just submitted the documents, and she will be here right away.”
Logan raised an eyebrow.
Here she comes.
Natalie Rushman, alias Black Widow Natasha Romanoff.
A plant planted by S.H.I.E.L.D., specifically keeping an eye on Tony.
He knew it crystal clear in his heart, but on the surface he pretended to know nothing, and even whistled: “Yo, new assistant? Is she pretty?”
Pepper rolled her eyes at him and said nothing.
Just as they were talking, the elevator opened with a ding.
A woman walked out from inside.
Wine-red long curly hair, a well-tailored black professional suit, stepping on slender high heels, with a graceful figure and an exquisite face without a single flaw.
She was holding a folder in her hand, with a just-right professional smile on her face, clear eyes, and a calm gait, attracting the attention of the entire floor the moment she appeared.
It was none other than Natalie Rushman.
“Hello, Ms.
Pepper.” She walked over, took the initiative to reach out, her voice gentle and pleasant, “I am Natalie Rushman, reporting for duty today.”
Pepper shook hands with her, her tone formulaic: “Hello, come with me, I will show you around the work content.”
The two walked forward.
When passing by Logan’s side, Natalie stopped, nodded slightly towards him, with a proper smile: “This must be Mr. Howlett, right? Long admired, I often heard Mr. Stark mention you.”
“Is that so?” Logan held a cigar in his mouth, looked her up and down, and smiled maliciously, “He definitely did not say anything good about me. But Ms. Natalie is so pretty, it is a pity to be an assistant. I think you are more than enough to be a star.”
These words sounded frivolous, but actually they were probing.
Natalie was not annoyed at all, but only smiled lightly: “Mr. Howlett is joking, I am still better at administrative work.”
After saying that, she followed Pepper away, her back graceful and her pace steady without the slightest disorder.
Logan looked at her back, touched his chin, and sneered.
Putting on quite an act.
When Tony saw Natalie, his reaction was even more exaggerated than Logan expected. Read this novel at g.com for the best experience.
At that time, he was just coming out of the lab, sweating profusely looking for water to drink, when he looked up and saw Natalie standing in the office organizing documents, and he froze on the spot, almost dropping the water cup in his hand.
That gaze was straight and fixed, as if he had seen some rare treasure.
Logan leaned against the doorway, looking at his pathetic appearance, and almost laughed out loud.
“Who is this?” Tony cleared his throat and asked Pepper with feigned calmness.
“Natalie Rushman, the new administrative assistant, to help you handle daily affairs.” Pepper’s tone was flat, but her eyes carried a trace of imperceptible displeasure.
“Hello, Mr.
Stark.” Natalie turned around, smiled and reached out, “Please take care of me from now on.”
Tony shook hands with her, his soul practically flying away, and nodded repeatedly: “Easy to say, easy to say. Pepper, you just arrange it. That… Ms. Natalie, if you need anything, feel free to tell me anytime, do not stand on ceremony.”
That attentive look made Logan shake his head repeatedly.
Blinded by lust, that is exactly this guy.
Over the next few days, the atmosphere in the office became bizarre.
The first thing Tony did every day at work was to talk to Natalie, asking about documents one moment and schedule the next, making it obvious that his intent was not on the wine.
Pepper kept a cold face every day, but her work efficiency was actually higher than before, clearly acting out of spite.
Natalie maneuvered between the two of them, slick and watertight, neither accepting Tony’s ambiguity nor letting Pepper pick out any faults, being ridiculously professional.
Logan acted as a bystander throughout, occasionally interjecting a word to tease Tony or chatting idly with Natalie, seemingly casual, but actually keeping all her little moves in sight.
For example, she would quietly scan the laboratory access control when no one was around, for example, she would check his schedule when Tony was not paying attention, for example, in the gaze she gave him, there was always a hint of inquiry.
He did not expose her either, playing dumb while knowing the truth, making life even more fun instead.
That night, Maggie invited Logan to dinner to celebrate Matt officially obtaining his lawyer’s qualification certificate.
The restaurant was chosen at a Cantonese restaurant in Chinatown, the private room was not big, but very quiet.
Maggie wore a simple dress, with a bit of light makeup on her face, and her complexion was very good.
Matt sat beside her in a crisp suit, holding a white cane in his hand, with sunglasses perched on the bridge of his nose, looking much more mature than before.
“Mr. Logan, long time no see.” Hearing the footsteps, Matt turned his head with a smile, the direction precisely accurate.
“Do not call me Mr., it sounds distant.” Logan pulled out a chair and sat down, handing over the gift box in his hand, “Congratulations, big lawyer. If I get into a lawsuit in the future, I will have to look for you.”
“Stop teasing him.” Maggie smiled and patted Logan, “He just got his certificate, how would he dare take your case.”
The three of them chatted and laughed for a few sentences, and the dishes were served one after another.
Maggie was busy picking food for Matt, and Logan drank and ate by himself, the atmosphere in the private room was very harmonious.
Matt did not talk much, most of the time he just listened to Logan and Maggie chat, occasionally interjecting a sentence or two.
But his attention was actually always placed on Logan.
He could not see, but his senses were countless times sharper than ordinary people.
He could hear Logan’s heartbeat, which was absurdly steady; even after drinking several glasses of wine, there was not the slightest disorder, as calm and steady as a precision instrument.
He could hear the sound of Logan walking, very light, with almost no footsteps; even wearing heavy work boots, stepping on the floor only made a very slight sound, like someone who had received the most professional combat training. The source of this chapter is novelping dot com.
He could also smell the scent on Logan—the smell of cigars, whiskey, and a faint, almost imperceptible smell of gunpowder and rust, like only people who deal with weapons and fights year-round would have.
And the tone in which he spoke, seemingly casual and relaxed, yet every sentence was handled just right, seeming like a joke, but actually watertight.
Matt pondered inwardly.
He had heard from Maggie before that Logan was a bodyguard for Stark Industries, with a high salary and a reliable person.
But now it seemed, it was definitely not as simple as an ordinary bodyguard.
Ordinary bodyguards would not have such a steady heartbeat, would not have such light footsteps, and even less would they carry the smell of gunpowder and metal year-round.
Moreover, he could feel that there was a very cryptic sense of oppression on Logan, which was usually well hidden, but occasionally leaked out inadvertently, making people unconsciously tense their nerves.
This person is not simple.
Matt had a count in his heart, but did not show it.
He still smiled gently, chatting with Logan about the law and the recent situation in New York, not showing the slightest abnormality at all.
After dinner, Logan paid the bill, and the three walked out of the restaurant side by side.
The night was just right, and the streets were brightly lit.
Maggie linked arms with Matt and turned to say to Logan: “We can go back by ourselves, you should also rest early. Recently, that Iron Man thing has been making a huge fuss, you following Tony must be tired too.”
“It is fine, he is busy with his, I slack off with mine.” Logan smiled, and then looked at Matt: “If you have anything in the future, call me anytime. In a place like New York, knowing more people never hurts.”
“Okay.” Matt nodded, his smile gentle, “Then I will thank you in advance.”
Logan waved his hand, turned and mounted his harley, and amidst the roaring sound, quickly disappeared into the night.
Until the sound of his car could no longer be heard, Matt gently touched Maggie’s arm.
“Sister,” he said in a low voice, “this boyfriend of yours is extraordinary.”
Maggie was slightly stunned, and then smiled: “How is he extraordinary? He looks fierce, but actually he is a pretty good guy.”
Matt shook his head and said no more.
Some things are fine as long as you know them in your heart.
He could feel that Logan was not a bad person, and was sincere towards Maggie.
As for what secrets he was hiding, that was his own business.
As long as he treats Maggie well, that is enough.
On the other side, Logan was riding his bike leisurely back home.
He knew that with Matt’s special senses, he must have seen something, but he did not care.
Who did not have a few secrets?
This kid had no fewer secrets on him either.