1749/Job Offer

Job Offer
Date of Scene:	31 July 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Molly Millions, Iron Man

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Molly Millions has posed:
It probably takes a bit of effort for the strange number to get transferred through to Tony at last. With the heads up from his people that it's someone calling herself 'Molly Millions' and the notations 'ACDC at the Lux' to try and help him remember who exactly she might be. The number when it's transferred through, however, probably looks like the phone system is having a coniption. It's not. And Jarvis or Friday would no doubt be able to tell him it's because it's a hack job through the internet with odd protocols rather than a normal cell phone.

She's not wearing a dress, this time, either. Black singlet, matching jeans, jacket over the top, and enough metal that security was probably reluctant about letting her up, for all that there's not so much as a butter knife actually visible on her. For all that, though, the woman waiting in his outer office, still wearing those silver lenses, with her hands clasped loosely behind her back, doesn't seem to have any nefarious plans to judge from the patient way she waits for his time.

Iron Man has posed:
When she arrives, Molly is quickly ushered into a ridiculously large office on the 50th floor of Stark Towers. While it's large and intimidating, it's also strangely empty. The workbench, the desk, the televisions--everything looks relatively untouched. It's hard to know if Tony even came in today.

That is, until, dressed din a long sleeved t-shirt and a pair of jeans, the fellow walks in, coffee cup in hand. "Ahhhh Ms. Millions." he squints. "Molly? Can I call you Molly?" his nose wrinkles slightly and he treads towards the sofa in the eastern side of the room. "Need a coffee? Jarvis, can you get someone form the secretary pool to get Molly some coffee?" His eyebrows lift and he motions to the couch adjacent his.

Molly Millions has posed:
"Of course." Molly agree's with a dip of her head, a smile curling about her lips briefly as she prowls her way over to accept a spot on the adjacent couch,"Black, no sugar. Please." is her request in terms of coffee,"Even with research, I'll admit... I wasn't anticipating just how large a corporation you... run? You're... not what I expected." the words are considered and offered in a measured tone as she settles on the edge of the couch, knees apart and rests her wrists on her knee's, hunched forward just slightly rather than settling comfortably back.

Iron Man has posed:
"Jarvis, you get the coffee order?" Tony asks the air.

"Yes, Mister Stark. The order has been given to the secretary pool," Jarvis's tinny voice echoes.

Tony's head cants to the side. "Stark Industries has been around for quite some time," his fingers curl around the mug. "My father started this company, but I built it to what it is today." His lips twitch into ambivalent consideration. "What did you expect?" he arches a single eyebrow.

At that question, a leggy blonde enters the room and leaves Molly's cup of coffee on a nearby coffee table. Tony grants the woman a nod before returning his gaze to Molly. "In the past we centred on weapons construction, but now we're more in environmental clean up," there's an air of smugness around the phrase. "But of all kinds. Extraterrestrial incidents. Issues with super heroes going awry. We specialize in creating the technology and means to clean these situations up. That said, the munitions factories are still operational, we just have slowed production. Considerably."

Molly Millions has posed:
The tinny voice doesn't cause a reaction for Molly, like such a thing is perfectly normal. There's that smile again, though her response is delayed by the arrival of the secretary, who at least merits a dip of her head by way of thanks before she turns her attention back to Tony, unable to quite help the burble of laughter when he reaches 'extraterrestrial',"It's your corporations focus on the technological that had an associate or two mention it to me." she opts for,"As to what I was expecting..."

There's contemplation as she delays again by reaching for the coffee,"In my time, corporations do not generally speak to independent operatives unless they have something they want to keep off the books and need someone they consider... expendable."

Iron Man has posed:
There's momentary intrigue at Molly's expectations. He lifts a hand almost dismissive. "That's because most corporations discount the talent under finger tips. Look. I'm a genius. I am wealthy. But I can't run all of this myself. I trust people better equipped to keep this place running. I'm CEO, but ultimately, I hire people who are competent at heir jobs. Sometimes contractors and alternate operatives are just the right competent people." He shrugs and takes a long sip of his coffee.

"As far as keeping some work off the books, once in awhile, there are just some jobs that are so required. I'd rather have someone we regularly contract who is able and willing to do that."

Molly Millions has posed:
There's that smile again, a reserved thing that's hidden behind the lip of the coffee cup,"Corporations that I am used to are governed by a board that is guided by artificial intelligence and the flatfiles of their founders. Most of their employee's have belonged to the same corporation for generations and defection is not well tolerated. It's... not common, to hire people outside of the corporate pool, and those that are added to it are expected to undergo a lot of behavioral conditioning before they are trusted with anything of significance." there's a pause from her again while she holds the cup carefully between her hands.

"Because you're not what I'd expect from a CEO is why I gave you a call. And I understand that you... and your corporation by extension... deal with advanced technology and would be... unlikely to dismantle me in the process. But I confess caution." she shifts further forward by small measures.

Iron Man has posed:
"Well, I have no intention of dismantling anyone." Tony takes another long swig of his coffee. "I can't say that I won't ask some benign questions about how it all works. Or poke at you for information." His nose wrinkles, "Only figuratively speaking, of course." He inhales a long breath. "But that would assume you actually want to be on contract."

His tongue rolls over his lips. "I'm prepared to offer you," he scribbles a too large number on a piece of paper that he slides across the table, "as well as expenses. That's a per job fee. If a job takes longer," he shrugs, "we can renegotiate the price. I don't anticipate anything taking too long." His lips purse. "Currently I suspect we have a corporate spy trying to sneak in. I could use a second set of eyes watching people round me. Social speaking, of course. So being inconspicuous and running facial recognition. Something like that."

Molly Millions has posed:
"That's a relief." Molly offers with a chuckle, finallya ctually taking a sip of her own coffee with an inclination of her head,"I'm certainly willing to undergo diagnostics. I can't promise a technicians level of description. I'm no genius, but while some of the technology appears to be developing in other directions, some things seem to still be... behind." she does reach for the paper, and from the pause possibly has to translate it into units that she understands before dipping her head and folding it away out of sight,"What area of your corporation are you concerned about? Or would it be best to adopt a position with excuse to be wherever necessary? Facial recognition isn't an algorithm in my currently systems but shouldn't be... difficult, with the right program." there's a gesture towards her lenses,"These, unfortunately... aren't common here. And not something that I can remove. They're generally the only external modification people notice though."

Iron Man has posed:
"Reasonable." Tony leans back in his seat and he emits a long breath. "I think," he starts and then hums, "the corporate vultures are circling. Justin Hammer has been a pain in my ass for a long while, and he hasn't gotten over us creating a source of clean energy before him." He frowns slightly. "Socially I've had to be more on my guard. I'd like that to stop. Some, at least." His lips twitch. "I can get you tapped into Jarvis's system. We have resources," again there's a flippant wave of his hand. "If you're interested in a job, we'll find a way to make it work, clearly. And while I don't think they're coming into this office without an invite, I have concerns they're coming in with one. Which in many ways is worse."

Molly Millions has posed:
"Corporate sabotage is one of my speciality's. Granted, normally from the other side of the equation." Molly confesses as she settles back,"I'm interested, depending on the details. I understand they don't have Turing laws in this time... how intelligent is your Jarvis? And where are the areas of greatest concern? With the appropriate materials I should be able to at least maintain the cover of an intern in your clean energy department to seek your mole, and with the assistance of your AI checking for behavioral anomalies and conflicts of interest is really only limited by the local matrix and time."

Iron Man has posed:
"Good," Tony replies as he nods. "Someone who's been on the other side is someone who understands what it looks like to be one of the spies." His cheeks puff out with exasperation before he takes another chug of his coffee. "It's decided on then. You're now part of the staff. As an intern. I'll make sure that Pepper gets you set up with HR. And yes, use Jarvis for what you need. But keep me in the loop. I need to know what's going on in here." He whistles and spins his finger in a tight circle.

Molly Millions has posed:
"Precisely." Molly offers quietly,"Depending on your AI and what information you're willing to give me access to, it shouldn't be too difficult, and of course I'll keep you informed." there's that pause again,"That would be best. I don't have a SIN compatible with the current systems. And honestly... haven't bothered to try and obtain one. But I can flag anything that seems suspicious and pass it your way for review. I'm presuming any spies located you would prefer to be brought to you rather than terminated?" there's a tilt of her head to one side, the casualness of the tone suggestive that she's not exactly preturbed one way or another.

"Communications protocols between my system and the AI should be workable. They've been... patched, for compatibility with the local systems. It's not the most efficient job, but it serves at least."

Iron Man has posed:
"Good. Then I'll get you set up with Jarvis and Pepper can get you set up with payroll. I'm also happy to have you paid under the table," Tony shrugs as if this is completely normal. "In which case you won't be an employee of the company but a personal employee instead." He nods once, "I don't aim to have the spies terminated. At all." There's a pause. "In fact, if they're working here, I'd rather send fake intel and have some fun with them." He shrugs again. "So. We have a deal then?"

Molly Millions has posed:
"Most of my contracts since I arrived have been short-term. A single action. At home we mostly used new yuen on chips, so as long as the methodology accounts for my lack of identity here... we're good." she arches a brow,"Alright. So locate, report, but make no move unless you want me to feed them some fake information. In terms of connectivity with the AI.. I'm not interested in undergoing behavioral conditioning or slaving my systems to the corporations. Also, unless it will affect the believability of my role I have my own housing I'd rather maintain rather than the corporate housing. I'll make the protocols for my stimsim rig available to the AI but will have it locked out unless agreed to ahead of time. My private time will remain my own. Are these things acceptable? Understandably, I will of course provide your AI a full list of my augments, too. For the sake of disclosure."

Iron Man has posed:
"Yeah, that sounds right to me." Tony smirks at the notion of behavioural conditioning, "Kid, if they made us go through behavioural conditioning, I would be evidence of an utter and complete failure of the system," his eyes shine with mischief. "But this all works."

Molly Millions has posed:
"Just got to make sure." Molly offers, draining her cup before she sets it aside,"I like your AC/DC by the way. Not what I'm used to... but it's good." she rises to her feet to give his hand a brief shake,"Please let your Pepper know that whatever name she finds suitable works. In the interim I'll consult with your Jarvis and see what we can work out in terms of system compatability." she asserts, glancing towards the door as the secretary arrives to let him know about his next appointment. The woman in black content to slink out the door and leave him to corporate work while she goes to scope out what an intern should look like to pass unnoticed.