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Independence Day
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Jul. 4th, 2009 @ 10:30 am
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VIP parties were the best places to make contact with her targets, this one was going to be no exception. Stark was the party type and he would not miss a party of this size and prestige. The who's who of high society and the A-Listers of stage and screen would be there to celebrate the United State's Independence Day. The Black Widow was going to make an appearance as well and make contact with the target of her mission.
The black evening gown was made of silk, diamonds kissed her earlobes and Prada cradled her feet. She was dressed to kill, figuratively. Tonight was not about killing. Tonight was more about seduction and manipulation. Two of her specialties.
Natasha entered the American Wing of the Metropolitan Museum of Art on the arm of her partner Boris. Celebrating the opening of the wing and Independence Day was a two for one deal and a way to bring in more money for the museum.
She nodded once to Boris and released his arm. The big oaf was as stupid as he was big and Natasha didn't need him messing up her chances. She grabbed a glass of champagne and made a circuit of the room searching for her target.
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In the Hamptons...
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Jun. 9th, 2009 @ 07:35 pm
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Outside a bevy of models, socialites, and heirs to various fortunes scamper about in one of three heated pools and drink alcohol suited to their jaded paletes. The host of the party is not cavorting among them He's a little to busy listening to the news.
"The DOW Jones industrial average rose again today on the strength of good news from the banking sector on new home sales...."
The woman next to him gasps as the second woman with them moves a hand up her leg. He glances over. The brunette is pretty good at this.
"...Stark Enterprises made marginal gains, based on a new contract allowing for defense technology to - " He sucks in a breath. Fingernails slowly moving down his chest makes it harder to think about the news. The big news is out though. He and Pepper won another victory for shareholders. Go team.
"Spells trouble for the beleaguered Williams Munitions..."
Just when the ladies were starting to use their lips on him the phone rings. He ignores it. It goes to voice mail and then it keeps ringing. Whoever this is, they will be kept waiting.
Two hours later, the women are both asleep. He switches off the drone of 24-hour news and calls back whoever it was without bothering to check his voice mail.
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