"At gatherings like that... you can probably imagine how boring they are. A bunch of old men droning on and on, enough to drive you crazy." Tony poured himself a glass as well and sipped it slowly.
No matter what they had thought of Tony before, Blade and the others had begun to take a liking to him now. Tony had high emotional intelligence; he showed his approachable side and subtly closed the distance between them.
"You don't need to prepare anything for this shareholders' meeting. You just need to show up. This will be the biggest meeting in the near future. All you have to do is make an appearance. After a while, I'll be heading to Afghanistan, and it won't be easy to convene another shareholders' meeting." As he spoke, Tony took out the phone Donnie had given him when Donnie saved him that day and showed it to everyone.
"Would it be convenient if I spoke with Donnie alone?" Tony asked.
The others got the hint and rose to take their leave. Before leaving, Old Bartender shamelessly asked if he could take the unfinished bottle of liquor on the table. He loved alcohol more than life itself and had been eyeing it for ages; no amount of fine liquor was ever enough for him.
Tony gestured for him to help himself, then casually took two more bottles from the liquor cabinet for him.
"Go on, Tony. Why did you keep me behind? And why did it have to be said in private?"
"It's about this phone. You gave it to me that day. After I came back, I gathered some information about you. Out of curiosity, I examined the phone and found something interesting."
Holding the phone, Tony called out to his Artificial Intelligence butler, "Jarvis." A