You're begging me so much, how can I not reveal my hand?

Natasha found it very strange, very awkward.

From the very beginning of her workday, she felt something was particularly odd.

The strangeness stemmed from her current nominal boss, the narcissistic Tony Stark.

Today, he seemed like a completely different person, showering her with attention.

It wasn't the kind of attention he used to give her for bedroom favors, but rather, how to put it... a look of needing something from her.

Natasha couldn't understand what a billionaire like Tony Stark could possibly need from her.

What puzzled Natasha even more was that every time she took off her high heels, allowing her small feet in black stockings to relax for a moment.

Tony Stark's gaze would always drift over, but from his eyes, she could tell it wasn't the feeling a man gets looking at a woman's beautiful legs.

Instead, it was a look of struggle, as if he were hesitating about something, appearing extremely pained.

Tony Stark's changes were clearly abnormal, so Natasha found an opportunity to secretly report the matter to Xia Ling.

But what confused Natasha even more was that when she reported this, the Director's first reaction was to burst into laughter.

It was as if he wouldn't stop laughing until she died of it. Natasha didn't know why the matter was so funny to the Director, but as a subordinate, she could only wait quietly.

Fortunately, after the Director finished laughing, he didn't do anything strange. Otherwise, Natasha would have to wonder if she had opened the door the wrong way today, leading her to encounter such peculiar people.

Since the Director had ordered her to continue observing and to reveal her identity if the situation called for it.

She would continue observing. However, this order to reveal her identity if the situation called for it made Natasha roll her eyes. Was he giving such an ambiguous order, intending for her to take the fall?

With a head full of doubts and a hint of unease, Natasha returned to her post.

She tried to maintain her composure, but Tony Stark's abnormal behavior was like a thick fog, making it difficult for her to ignore.

Every time she saw the struggling look in Tony Stark's eyes, Natasha felt a sense of discomfort all over, as if she were being stared at by something unclean.

Fortunately, Natasha was an elite agent, more elite than elite. What kind of major situations hadn't she seen?

Although she felt a bit uncomfortable, compared to what she had experienced before, it was still far from it.

When Natasha, with feigned casualness, again took off her high heels, allowing her tired feet a moment of rest, Tony Stark suddenly walked over, wearing that same hesitant expression.

Natasha quickly adjusted her posture, trying to appear natural, though her heart felt inexplicably flustered.

She subtly observed Tony Stark's reaction, ready to respond to any situation that might arise.

"Natasha, I... I have something I want to discuss with you."

Tony Stark's voice trembled slightly, as if he had mustered great courage to speak.

"Mr. Stark, did something happen today? I've noticed you've been a bit off all day. You can tell me directly if there's anything, after all, you're my boss."

Boss.

Hearing this word, Tony Stark became somewhat uneasy.

He was indeed this secretary's boss on the surface, but the Magic Conch had ordered him to be her dog, or lick her feet if he refused. So, who was the real boss?

"Natalie, you've always been one of my most trusted assistants. Although sometimes our relationship... well, it's a bit complicated. But today, I want to say that I've discovered some secrets, uh, some very significant secrets."

Natasha's eyes instantly sharpened. Had this playboy discovered her identity?

That was right. The way they had searched for the Magic Conch was too crude, leaving too many loopholes. It was normal for a smart person like Tony Stark to be suspicious.

Besides, the Director hadn't explicitly said it had to be kept secret, and that she could reveal herself under appropriate circumstances.

So, should she reveal herself?

"Boss, I'm just a small secretary. If you want to tell me company secrets, I'm afraid I can't listen. This isn't something I should be involved in."

Natasha's words carried a hint of caution and distance. She deliberately used the terms "boss" and "small secretary" to emphasize the professional boundary between them, while also testing Tony Stark's reaction.

Upon hearing this, a flicker of surprise crossed Tony Stark's face, but he quickly regained his composure. He realized Natasha might have misunderstood him, or was deliberately avoiding something.

So, he changed his approach and continued:

"Natasha, you've misunderstood. The secret I want to tell you isn't directly related to the company, but rather... it's closely tied to the safety of this world."

The safety of the world? Had he really discovered her identity?

"Mr. Stark, I'm just an ordinary person living on a salary. Matters as important as world safety are beyond my reach. You should find someone else."

Natasha still wasn't going to reveal herself at this moment. What if she had misunderstood?

The famous Black Widow being exposed as an undercover agent would make her a laughingstock in the industry.

Although Natasha didn't care much about her reputation, just being exposed like this, how would the new Director view her?

After careful consideration, Natasha crossed her legs, looking at Tony with a seemingly indifferent expression, as if to say, what did world safety have to do with her, a small employee?

Tony Stark looked at Natasha's feigned nonchalance, which couldn't hide her wariness, and felt a pang of anxiety.

Why wasn't this person understanding after he had spoken for so long?

Can't people have a little more trust in each other?

"Natasha, I know you might find my words absurd, but please believe me, every word I say is true. This world is facing an unprecedented crisis, and I... I might need your help."

Tony Stark's voice was low and sincere, his eyes revealing an unprecedented seriousness.

"Mr. Stark, I'm sorry, I really don't understand what you're saying. You're a superhero, but I'm just an ordinary person. I'm really sorry I can't help you."

Natasha shook her head again, shifting her crossed legs, refusing to engage with Tony's words.

Natasha planned to first figure out why Tony had become like this, and then, depending on the situation, decide whether to confront him. This way, she could maintain the initiative and avoid being passive.

Tony stared intently at Natasha's crossed legs, hardened his heart, and made a decision.

At that moment, Natasha felt a chill.