"OK, let me ask you something interesting."
Luca suddenly put his feet off the table, leaned forward, crossed his hands on the table, and his gaze changed from casual to focused.
The change was so rapid that Jessica barely had time to react.
"What would you do if I asked you to do something different from what's on your resume?"
Jessica paused for a moment, but quickly organized her thoughts.
"That depends on the specifics. If it's a reasonable job change, I can be flexible. But if it involves legal matters..."
"Shh." Luca interrupted her, then put his index finger to his lips.
"I'd give this answer two points out of ten."
Jessica was stunned again, not following the other person's train of thought.
"Do you know why it's only two points?" Luca leaned back in his chair, tilting his head to look at her.
"Because this answer is too perfect. Something too perfect is either the work of a true genius or something memorized. Judging from your resume, you don't seem like a genius. So it must have been memorized."
After saying that, Luca smiled slightly.
It must be said that this smile is very sunny and bright, and completely non-threatening.
But Jessica's back was still covered in a thin layer of sweat.
"I'll give you one more chance," Luca said, holding up one finger and waving it.
"Don't give me the standard answer this time. I need the truth."
Jessica nodded.
Then, she took a deep breath and put on a slightly helpless expression.
"Well... if you offer a high enough salary, then I can do most things."
The atmosphere fell silent, and neither of them spoke.
Luca stared at her for a moment, then broke into a smile.
"Look! That's more like it!"
He pointed at Jessica with a satisfied expression.
"Honest, straightforward, and likes money."
"This is the kind of employee Stark Industries needs. We are capitalists, not philanthropists. Your previous answer is more suited to applying for the position of Secretary-General of the United Nations."
Jessica smiled too, and this time it was a genuine smile.
Even though she knew in her heart that every word this guy had just said was a test for her.
From being carefree to being focused, and then back to being carefree again, it was all under his control.
Rumors circulate that Luca Stark is an even more outrageous Playboy than his brother, known for his gossip, ramblings, and unreliability.
But at that moment, Jessica realized that his talkativeness was just a protective facade.
Beneath his nonsense and jokes, this guy is anything but innocent.
"Alright, you've passed the interview."
Luca suddenly stood up, picked up his cup, and walked towards the door.
"Come to work tomorrow, Pepper will send you the detailed instructions. As for salary..."
He paused at the door, turned to the side, and looked Jessica up and down.
"Yeah, that face is worth a high salary."
Jessica's smile remained unchanged as she continued answering.
"I thought you were looking at ability."
"Ability is certainly important."
Luca opened the door, turned around, and winked at her.
"But being good-looking is also a skill. Have you ever seen an ugly Stark family assistant? That doesn't exist; we have a high standard of aesthetics."
Jessica: "..."
Well, this guy is actually quite shameless about it.
Luca went out, then, as if remembering something, turned back and leaned half his body into the doorway, holding onto the door frame.
"One last question, of course, this is purely out of curiosity."
Jessica nodded, silently watching him, waiting for his question.
"Do you work out regularly?" Luca asked casually.
Jessica's heart skipped a beat.
What does this mean?!
Trying to take advantage of you on the very first day?!
"I guess so," she said, maintaining her smile.
Maintaining a good physique is part of professional ethics.
"Mmm~~" Luca drawled, his gaze lingering on her ample bosom before a slow smile curved his lips.
"I believe in you, and you are quite professional."
He gave a thumbs up, then turned and walked away.
In the hallway, Luca then tossed the cup into the trash can.
His smile was still on his face, but the look in his eyes had changed.
Jessica Jones.
Its energy density is at least several times that of an average person.
Regardless of whether she's Mutant, a superhuman, or an alien, she's definitely not the obedient girl described on her resume.
Is it true that I graduated from Harvard? Maybe.
As for the Wayne Foundation? That's just a fabrication to fool him.
Could they have been sent by some organization?
Luca thought it was highly likely.
The question is, which organization?
S.H.I.E.L.D..? Possibly.
Hydra? Who knows.
Or is it some other lab with an awkward-sounding name?
He felt that all of these were possible.
But that didn't matter; he was even more excited about the discovery.
Luca took out his phone and texted Pepper as he walked.
"The assistant situation is settled; I'll start tomorrow."
Pepper replied instantly, "You didn't scare them away?"
" Potts, you underestimate me. I'm the easiest boss to work with in all of New York, bar none."
Pepper replied with three dots: '...'
Luca posted another message: "By the way, your taste in choosing people was excellent this time, I'll give you a bonus."
Pepper sent an eye-rolling emoji. "Can't you be serious for once?"
Luca put away his phone, smiled, and pressed the elevator button.
A beautiful woman with exceptional skills volunteered to become his assistant.
The resume was so perfect it had no flaws.
But the more perfect something is, the bigger the problems it has.
If an ordinary person were in this situation, they would probably be nervous, on guard, and try to get rid of her.
But is Luca an ordinary person?!
She wants to be a spy?
Okay, that's fine.
It's better to be a spy right under his nose than to be in the dark, not knowing who the other person is.
Keeping your enemies within your sight is the Stark Family's philosophy of life.
There is another reason, of course, but Luca doesn't intend to admit it.
I just think that having a super-powered beauty as an assistant would make life much more interesting.
The elevator doors opened, Luca stepped inside, and pressed the button for the laboratory floor.
In the other office, Jessica stood alone, and only after the footsteps had completely disappeared did she let out a soft sigh.
At that moment, her tense shoulders finally relaxed.
Was he genuinely unaware, or did he know but pretend not to see?
Jessica thought about it and chose the latter.
But regardless, the first step was completed.
She successfully became Luca Stark's personal assistant.
Jessica stopped thinking about it and picked up her bag, heading towards the door.
A slow smile curved her lips, the expression of a hunter locking onto his prey.
She probably hasn't realized it yet.
In this building, who is the hunter and who is the prey?