After settling on a unified story, Nick Fury immediately contacted the relevant departments in various countries to coordinate their messaging. S.H.I.E.L.D. stepped forward to handle most official inquiries, shielding Stark and Osborn from the first wave of intensive questioning.
In just two days, political and business representatives acting on behalf of wealthy groups arrived together and headed straight for a conference room at Oscorp headquarters. Harry and Tony arrived early to wait for them, while Rimuru, Banner, and Helen Cho sat off to the side as observers.
"Whoa, Harry, what happened to you? Did somebody beat you up? Both your eyes are purple." Rimuru was shocked by Harry's miserable appearance. He looked almost dead.
Harry sighed in exasperation. "These are dark circles from staying up late, okay? My phone hasn't stopped ringing since Extremis was released. I practically live in my office, and I'm only getting four hours of sleep a day on average."
Banner and Helen Cho gave the young man sympathetic looks. He had only just started college, yet he already had to take over the company his father had left him. Look at him-he was practically working himself to death.
Rimuru hurriedly gave him a recovery potion, afraid he might drop dead right there.
"Harry, good man. Cheer up and don't embarrass us. We've been through thick and thin together."
The recovery potion made Harry feel much better physically, but his mental exhaustion remained.
He was starting to regret it. His old, unremarkable life as a rich kid had been better-easy and comfortable.
Now, every day he opened his eyes to endless work and contracts to sign. He was really working himself like a slave. He even wondered if his father had hidden away in the hospital because he knew this would happen.
Just as he was