>. 233 days.

233 days since she had first set foot inside the GrandTech HQ. Bianca had counted every day with pride -- piling up quite a handful of accomplishments since her very first workday. It wasn't all bad for someone like her, who nearly flunked college if it hadn't been for nailing that one final grade.

Who would've thought—Bianca Neroni, once a mere intern, now assistant to one of the most ingenious men in Gotham.

It was almost too good to be true.

Today, however, her task was a little bit different but not entirely uncommon. As she stood by in the lobby waiting, fiddling with her tablet and checking the time at least twice a minute, before the person of interest finally appeared in the entrance.

"---- Hi! Monica, right?"

Her hand, offered forward, was direct but gentle. Accompanied by her polished looks -- she was representing one of the biggest tech companies in the world after all.

"I'm Bianca, Mr. Heckland's assistant. He told me you were coming. You're here to work with Mrs. Duvall, correct? In HR?" .<

"—Thank you," he said with a big smile on his face, finding himself appreciating her continuing cracks about Marsha perhaps more than he should. Not to mention the compliment. He wanted to help her get away from Marsha but the truth is, he wanted away from her too. Maybe that's why he felt drawn to Monica.

The businessman tried to match her joke, more likely than not falling flat. "Are you sure you're not a fashion critic, 'cause you've a lot of mirrors around here..." Daz wondered over to the coffee table, careful not to crack the top of it as he set the bottle down.

"... Well, I wouldn't really call it corporate or a kidnapping, but advertising isn't my department, so... call it what you will..." Daz could sense how nervous Monica was, and, honestly, it was starting to rub off on him.

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"Being with you has gotten me through a lot. And when I say a lot I do mean a lot." Tony wiped his eyes as he was powering through another panic attack.

"Oh, pardon me. I hadn't meant to startle you..." Daz shifted apologetically. "I got my Armanis resoled recently and, well, they've just never been as squeaky since."

When it came to actual design for Paragon, Daz's input stopped and started at technicalities; what materials (or alternatives to those materials) should bring the company the most profit and such things. Sometimes his ideas branched out into basic streamlining.

"Perhaps. But what if one day when you went for company coffees you just never came back? Poof. Blame it on a rival firm or even that crocodile guy who's been reported as prowling the nearby sewers..." Grenquist shifted again, this time because he struggled to look Fitzgerald in the eye and not feel like a Gotham Academy schoolboy allover again.

A light blush came over her and made a funny face like she wanted to smile but trying to hide it at the same time, eventually the compliment wins her over. She smiles, revealing her white fangs.