Forced to focus on daily life [Comprehensive English and American]

Rosie stood motionless in the lobby of the Stark Building holding two spirit levels held in Starbucks paper cups. If her eyes could not move, she would be no different from a wax figure in Madame Tussauds up.

She first looked down at the paper cup in her hand, then raised her head and stared fixedly at the clock on the wall showing New York time. When the hour and minute hands reached 34:[-] in the afternoon, she finally heard a sound The sound of the elevator door opening, she turned her head cautiously, just in time to see a dozen Stark Group employees walking out of the elevator.

The expressions on their faces were very relaxed, and they talked and laughed with each other. They didn't know that the Stark Building was under the threat of a level bomb at this time. When these ten people walked to the lobby, they saw standing Rosie at the front desk was all curious. One of the male employees frowned, and just about to speak, the colleague walking beside him immediately grabbed his collar and whispered, "Didn't the boss say Well, don't talk to or touch Secretary Mathers standing in the lobby."

The male employee frowned, reached back and touched his crumpled shirt collar, then glanced at Rosie again, pursed his lips, and left the lobby on the first floor with his companions.

Rosie's heart, which had been lifted up until now, was relaxed a little bit. Just as she let out a breath, she heard the voice from the elevator again. She opened her eyes wide and turned her head slowly, just in time to see her several Imperial State University students. The classmates rushed out from the elevator hall. The first one was Chris, who was an intern in the product department. He pulled his tie as he walked forward. Heart beating wildly.

At this second, the image of the Stark Building turning into a cloud of smoke and dust on this early autumn afternoon quickly flashed through her mind.

The next second, another male classmate said: "Chris, wait, have you forgotten what the boss said, you can't touch Rosie."

Chris stopped five or six meters away from Rosie, and then coughed twice: "I, I almost forgot, I just wanted to ask, the boss told me that I don't have to go to work in the afternoon, Rosie, you, Would you like to go with us to a nearby playground."

Rosie smiled: "Yes, yes..."

Chris's eyes lit up, and he said, "Then let's go together now!"

The smile on Rosie's face became more and more forced: "Go first, I'll come back later."

"Okay." After Chris finished speaking, he turned around and waved to his companions. The group of people all smiled and said goodbye to Rosie, and left the lobby with smiles and noises.

After Rosie watched them leave, the smile on her face disappeared immediately.

I always feel like I just set up a flabsp; during this period of time, many Stark Group employees left again. Although they didn't know what happened, they still obeyed the boss's instructions and walked past Rosie. I was a little cautious all the time, keeping a distance of about one or two meters from her.

Among them were the senior executives of the Wayne Group who came to participate in the product cooperation meeting. Rosie didn't see Bruce among these people. She was a little strange when she heard the sound of an elevator arriving, and turned over. Turning his head, he happened to see his boss and Bruce coming out talking and laughing.

The boss had a smile on his face, and said, "Mr. Wayne, I'm really sorry, something happened suddenly, the meeting should be rescheduled, and I will take the team to visit Gotham City directly."

Bruce also had a smile on his face: "It's okay, everyone can understand." He said, his eyes shifted to Rosie, and the smile on his face became stronger, "Why is Secretary Mathers here?"

"She came down for coffee," Tony said.

"I happen to want some coffee, I wonder if you can give me a cup." Bruce put his tone very lightly, as if he was talking to an ambiguous object.

Rosie struggled to resist the urge to fight coldly, and looked at Bruce even more fiercely.

Bruce rubbed his nose and said with a wry smile, "It seems that Secretary Mathers doesn't want to send me off." He turned his head, looked at Tony, and said briskly, "This seems to be the first time I've felt something on a woman. It's called 'denial'."

Tony raised one corner of his mouth and showed a smirk that Rosie thought was exceptionally standard: "What a coincidence, I also felt what is called 'rejection' from Secretary Mathers."

Rosie: "..."

After Tony sent off Bruce and his party, he returned to the lobby of the Stark Building the same way.

At this time, Rosie was staring at the clock on the wall. The hour and minute hands pointed to 56:[-] in the afternoon. Is there any work master who is obsessed with work and refuses to leave the computer?

Rosie has been carrying these two coffee cups that are quite classified. Although she has specially practiced her balance when she was practicing boxing in her early years, she has kept the same posture for a long time without shaking, and her arms still inevitably feel a little sore.She doesn't know how long she can last, but she can last for a while, hoping that the boss's order will be more useful, so that those hard-working people who are buried in front of the computer can let go of the mouse in their hands.

The lobby on the first floor of the Stark Building fell into a subtle silence for a while. Standing in the center of the lobby, Rosie could clearly hear the car horns on the road in front of the building and the second hands of the time zone clocks on the wall. tick.

This kind of silence didn't last for a few seconds, and was soon broken by a cell phone ringing that she was very familiar with. She turned her head and saw Tony standing in front of the door, taking out one of her cell phones from his trouser pocket, pressing After pressing the connect button, he looked up at Rosie, and then pressed the speakerphone.

At this time, Rosie heard another electrical noise coming from the speaker of the mobile phone.

A few seconds later, a deep voice belonging to a mature male god came from the other end of the phone: "Mr. Stark, to my surprise, you can still answer the phone safely now."

The moment Rosie heard the voice, she had already confirmed that the caller was the Green Goblin who had talked with her on the rooftop of the printing company in Brooklyn some time ago.

It seems that the bombs/bombs of these two levels were written by the Green Goblin.

Rosie narrowed her eyes slightly.

Tony didn't see the slight change in her expression. He lowered his eyes, looked at the caller number and the beating timer displayed on the phone screen, and said with a smile, "I'm sorry, Green Goblin, to disappoint you. Midtown Manhattan doesn't The smoke and dust you expected will rise." He paused, turned his head, and looked at Rosie, "However, I can let you watch the fireworks over Manhattan this afternoon."

After he finished speaking, he hung up the phone, and threw the phone behind him in an extremely chic posture. Rosie's gaze involuntarily moved to the lobby on the first floor of the Stark Building following the thrown phone. By the door, and when she looked back, she saw the boss who had already put on the Iron Man armor walking slowly two meters away from her.

Seeing that the boss was about to approach again, she hurriedly stopped her: "Wait, wait, boss, don't come near me."

Iron Man wearing the gold and red steel armor paused in his footsteps, but the pause didn't even last a second, and his left foot had already crossed the safe distance that Rosie had set for himself.

"Secretary Mathers knows what he is holding?" the boss asked.

Rosie was stunned when she heard his question. Before she could extract a relatively safe answer from her messed up mind, she heard the boss ask again: "When you picked up the coffee cup in your hand? , you knew what was inside, so you kept your balance right away, and then asked the front desk in the lobby to notify me and let me evacuate all the employees in the building in the shortest possible time."

Rosie stared at the expressionless steel mecha, and swallowed hard.

Just when Rosie felt that the cold sweat from the back of her head was beginning to interfere with her balance, the golden-red mecha standing in front of her suddenly tilted her head playfully, and then the brisk voice of the boss reached her ears. Pan: "Well, it seems that my secretary Mathers was scared."

Rosie was slightly dazed, but she quickly came back to her senses, then adjusted her expression, and said, "Don't worry, boss, as your secretary, you should naturally not be surprised."

"It's not bad, it's a perfect 'Secretary to the chairman of the Stark Group'." Tony said with a smile, "Tomorrow is Miss Potts' wedding, you can go with me and let Miss Potts see her successor." How excellent it is.”

Rosie: "..."

Isn't this really asking someone to pretend to be an ex-girlfriend to go to the current wedding to make a fuss, and then put on a good show?

Just when Rosie's mind was opening, Tony had already walked less than [-] centimeters in front of her. If she wasn't facing him in the Iron Man mecha, she might still feel his warm breath.

Such a close distance made her quite uncomfortable. She wanted to back away, but at this moment she was holding two level bombs in both hands, unable to move, and could only allow the boss to take another small step towards her.

"Miss Mathers, give me what you're holding." Iron Man turned his hands towards her.

Rosie widened her eyes, then shook her head, and at this moment, she heard the boss's voice with a smile penetrated into her eardrums: "I am not ordering you, I am now serving as a superhero, Iron Man, in the please."