A little meeting (Pep, Cain, open)

[Echo]

Michael Watz, president of Watz Tech Incorporated, sat in the back seat of his dark green stretched limousine with a big smile on his face. He had set up a little friendly meeting with Virginia Potts, Tony Stark's right-hand-lady. He was working on setting up a new office building of his own only 2 blocks away from Stark Tower. The building was nearly complete, and rivaled Stark Tower in every way.

"Mr. Watz... Mr. Watz!" A man in his late 20's called out to him. The man was sitting across from him in a black suit, and had medium length black hair that he gelled back. He was wearing eye glasses, and under them were a set of bright blue eyes. All and all he was a good-looking fellow.
"Oh! Sorry Stephen, I guess I'm just a bit lost in my head, y'know?" Mike said with a grin.
"Yes. That's understandable." The man said with a smile of his own. "Just remember what I told you, sir. Don't feel intimidated. Stark Industries might be one of the most powerful companies in the world, but so are we. And with you in charge, sir, I'm sure that Stark is going to be putting in some extra hours to stay ahead." Said Stephen.
"Stephen, I already got you that Benz for your birthday, you don't need to suck up to me quite so much anymore." Michael joked a little as the car came to a stop.

"We're here, sir." The driver said commonly.

Mike gave his right-hand-man, Stephen, a nod, and then got out of the car. He was dressed in a black zoot-suit, with a dark green vest and tie, and a black dress shirt with matching shoes. "Here we go." He said with a cockeyed smile, and then walked through he doors of Stark Tower. The young man walked up to the counter, his ankle length silver hair waving a bit with each step he took. He stopped at the receptionist desk, and then said: "Excuse me, miss. I'm Michael Watz, here to see Ms. Potts."

[Pepper]

Pepper was buzzed by the receptionist at the front desk, told she had a guest. Blinking in confusion, she radioed back that she would be down in a moment and carefully put her computer to sleep. She wondered if she should tell Tony where she was going, then changed her mind. He didn't need to know, he practically had her on-call anyway and truth be told she wasn't even sure he was in the office. Something had blown by her an hour ago and hadn't been back, and she hadn't lifted her head because she'd been working on numbers.

But now she was being summoned, and so she left her office and took the lift to the main floor. She strode up to the desk and looked around for her 'guest'. All she saw was a kid, and she looked at him in some confusion. "Did you need to see me?"

[Echo]

Michael stood and waited for Ms. Potts to arrive, his grin unfading. When she finally came to the counter, and spoke, he looked at her with a lightly broader smile. "Ms. Potts, my name is Watz. Michael Watz." He said as he extended his hand in greeting. "It's a real pleasure to meet you." It was quite evident in his voice that he was excited to be meeting someone so close to Mr. Stark.

[Pepper]

Whoever this little kid was, he was absolutely burbling with excitement. Pepper shook his hand and gave a small, if confused smile. "Pepper Potts - but you knew that didn't you, Mr. Watz? It's a pleasure to meet you too. Did you need to see Mr. Stark?"

She was sufficiently confused. This little boy acted and spoke like at the very least a teenager with a great amount of respect. It was very rare and very strange for a child to simply walk into Stark Industries and ask for her by name.

"Can I get you something?" she gestured to the nearby lounge.

[Echo]

Mike could hardly believe he was shaking the hand of Virginia Potts, right-hand-lady to his idol. This was a bit of a dream come true to him.

"Actually, I was just coming over to get a little acquainted with you, and if possible Mr. Stark." Mr. Watz said kindly. "I make a point to create a friendly relationship between myself and the local competition." He said as he slipped a hand into his inner jacket pocket. He pulled out a small off-white card with metallic green letters on it that read: Michael Watz, President of Watz Tech Incorporated. He then extended the card to Ms. Potts with a sideways grin.

[Pepper]

Pepper's mind went click click click and suddenly it turned over exactly who this little kid was. This seventeen year old genius was president of the new technological institute that was coming to New York - or had already come. They hadn't had their grand opening yet, but Tony had already warned her that the president was a real blast from the past. And now looking at him, Pepper knew why. Tony Stark had graduated summa cum laude from MIT at seventeen. This little kid was president of a corporation at seventeen. Child genius.

Instantly she palmed the card and smiled slightly. "This is still my workday, Mr. Watz, however if you are patient perhaps we can share a drink after work?" She could make plans no problem - cut her day short and retire at five instead of ten or eleven. Tony hadn't seemed like he would need this to be a late night yet and if he did - she had her cell. "There's a diner on Pearl Street, perhaps around five-thirty?"

[Echo]

"That would be wonderful." Michael said with a broad grin. "And please, call me Mike--only my employees call me Mr. Watz." He said kindly. "Oh, and what sort of apparel is appropriate for this diner you mentioned?" He added soon after his previous sentence.