"... sidewalk-buckling. When sidewalks buckle, then become uneven. Someone could fall. A dachshund could trip, you know, with those short little legs. Look, like right there.
Tony pointed to a perfect, level slab of concrete. No one else even glanced.
"Mister Stark." Joe was talking again. "How do you expect Stark Enterprises to make money now that you've abandoned your lucrative weapons contracts with the military?" Joe smirked. "Do you intend to have Iron Man perform in the circus?"
"Joe, are you suggesting I'm wrong to work for world peace?"
"I'm suggesting you've overlooked your responsibilities to your board, stockholders and employees."
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