"Riiing!"
"Who is it? What's the damn hurry?" Jessica irritably tossed the popcorn bucket aside and pulled her wildly vibrating phone from her pocket.
Seeing the caller ID, she rolled her eyes hard, answered, and snapped:
"Mr. Stark, you may be rich, but we're discussing something important right now! You'd better have something more important than handing out money, or I swear I'll dismantle your Iron Man Armor and sell it for scrap!"
"Whoa, still as fiery as ever, little assistant." Tony Stark's flippant voice came through the phone, with the faint sounds of pulsing DJ music and women's giggles in the background.
"Put that amazing boss of yours who can tear apart armor barehanded on the phone. Why is his phone always out of service?"
Jessica curled her lip and handed the phone to Yang Ming, who had just put on his battered jacket. "Boss, that flashy rich bastard wants you."
Yang Ming took the phone and switched on speakerphone. "Mr. Stark, are you in such a hurry to get me out on an emergency call? Just so we're clear, my house-call fee is double."
"Doctor Yang, did your phone fall into the Pacific Ocean? I've been trying to reach you for three whole days." Tony sounded a little woozy, as if he had drunk quite a bit.
"I went out of town for an emergency call. Just got back. A few aliens who didn't know better stepped on my phone and broke it." Yang Ming glanced at Bruce and Dave beside him and casually made up an excuse.
"Aliens? Ha! Your jokes are still as dry as ever." Tony clearly didn't believe him.
"Listen, there's a historic F1 race in Monaco next week. I've booked three entire floors of top-tier suites. Sunshine, beaches, beautiful women in bikinis, and