1 Interview

"Sandra! Sandra Wu San!" the landlord banged on her door, waking her up. She groaned at the door before getting off her bed, wore a bathrobe and dragged her feet to open the door. When she did, she almost blanched by the stink the man gave out, unwashed armpits and wet clothes.

"What do you want, Daniel?" she asked him in a deadpan voice. She could almost see the disappointment in his eyes seeing her in a bathrobe, but she had become densitized by these looks by now.

"I came to remind you that rent is next week. If you cannot pay in time I'll have to throw you out," he warned when he realized he had nothing to distract his eyes.

"And I told you if you do that I will break your legs and cut off your balls," she said, threateningly. He shrinked back, avoiding her eyes that had become suddenly dangerous.

"Y...You can't...gulp...You can't do that!" he managed to squeeze out but only heard the sound of the door been closed. He felt relief wash all over him before quickly walking away. "Goddamnit, she has the body of model but she scares the shit out of me!"

Inside her apartment, Sandra sighed, pushed her short hair to her back before going to take a shower. She took off her bathrobe and got inside her bathroom. She opened the shower, letting the hot water pelt her.

Letting out a sigh, she put shampoo on her hair and scrubbed her scalp with her fingers. From there, she lathered soap on her toned body, there wasn't a single scar on her body making it look flawless. After the bath, she dried up and wore some clothes before going to the living room, sat down then switched on the tv. Two hours in and she got a phonecall, making her remember she had left her phone on the kitchen counter. Gracefully, she vaulted over the couch, got into the kitchen and picked it up.

"Hello," she said, propping herself on the counter.

"Am I speaking to Sandra Wu-San?" a woman asked from the other side. Sandra frowned a little.

"Depends on who's asking," she answered, testingly.

"I'm Pepper Potts from Stark Industries. You applied for a security job," the woman identified herself, surprising Sandra.

"Oh, wow, I did not see this call coming. I applied three months ago," Sandra said, incredulously. She had applied to Stark Industries about three months ago thinking she could earn a lot more money. But, she hadn't heard from them since then and she thought he application was forgotten along heaps of other women applicants.

"We reviewed your application with Mr Stark and he has agreed to give you the job. If you would come to our headquarters in one hour we can conduct a proper interview for you. If you pass you will be hired immediately," Pepper explained. Sandra was ecstatic. She had been working as a bounce, breaking a few fingers of anyone that tried to smack her butt while doing her rounds and throwing rowdy customers that got frisky with the bargirls, earning herself a fearsome reputation. Anyone selling drugs in the club would get broken noses or broken collarbones, making them avoid coming to the club ever again. Some had tried to come after her, only for them to be found butchered the next day. The police had started to call her the Scarlet Maul due to the condition they found them, their bodies badly mutilated like an animal had tone apeshit on them.

"I'll be there in half an hour," she said, enthusiastically. Getting a job in Stark Industries could be considered as a lucky break for her.

"I hope you're as good as your resumé," Pepper Potts added before ending the call. Sandra did not mind her tone but went to her wardrobe to pick something else to wear. She found a black leather jacket, a skinny black jeans pants, black combat boots and finally a camouflaged cotton neck gaiter. When getting out of her apartment, she picked her motorcycle helmet, went to the parking wearing it, got on her bike and sped to Stark Tower.

"Hi, my name is Sandra Wu-San, I have an interview with Pepper Potts," she said to the front desk who picked up her phone and called.

"Sandra Wu-San here to see you, ma'am," she said, respectfully. "Okay." She put the phone down and looked at Sandra.

"She's expecting you at the tenth floor,"

Sandra nodded and walked to the elevator. She couldn't help but notice certain flaws in the security which made her frown slightly but continued on. Getting inside the elevator, she pressed for the tenth floor, clutching her helmet with one hand.

"Hold the elevator!" Someone suddenly shouted, making her put her helmet in between the closing doors, making them stop then slid open again. She saw a chubby man jogging towards her. He got on and gave her a grateful smile.

"Thanks," he said, making her nod back then continued looking forward. She knew who he was, Happy Hogan, Tony Stark's right hand man and head of security of Stark Industries. He went to punch in his floor but found it was selected, making her look back at her.

"Going to see Pepper, huh?" he asked, making her nod. "Yeah, me too. Something about combat practice with a young lady Tony Stark thinks would be a perfect eye candy in his tours. Hoping I will give her a hard time and make her quit before she meets him." Sandra knew he was talking about her. Looking at him with the reflection on the doors, she could see he had not recognized her. In his tone, he appeared not to be testing her, making her smile inwardly, imagining his look when he was told who she was. Happy continued venting about how screwed she was till they reached the floor. The doors opened and they saw Pepper Potts waiting in front. Happy moved first.

"Pepper, how nice of you to come meet me," he said with a touched smile in his face. Pepper looked at him with a small stiff nod.

"Thanks, but I'm actually her because of her," Pepper said, looking at Sandra.

"Hello, Ms Potts, Sandra Wu-San," Sandra introduced herself, shaking her hand. Happy looked flabbergasted and quite frankly, he was blushing in shame. For ten floors, he was saying how he would fail her right in her face.

"You took less time than you said to come here, good. The boss is still around, I guess he will want to see you in action first hand. Follow me," she said and led the way. Noone spoke as they walked though she could see Happy look at her from time to time, trying to speak but couldn't. They arrived at a firing range where Tony was talking to some military men, two cases of firearms on the table. In front were targets not once used.

"Pepper, who's the chick?" Tony asked, completely ignoring the military men who did not seem even the least offended.

"Sandra Wu-San, here to do an interview. You said you wanted to see what she could do," Pepper said, taking a step aside. Tony looked at Sandra, undressing her with his eyes before they became firm and professional.

"I guess you came at the right time. These are G men here to buy a new kind of assualt rifles from my company. If you can fire them towards the targets, only headshots on all thirty rounds then I will definitely hire you with a condition from your side," Tony challenged her.

"Okay," Sandra simply said then went to the guns. She picked one of them, looked at it with an impressed look before sliding in the magazine, cocking it. She nodded, feeling how smooth it was. She removed the mag and the bullet in the chamber, sliding the bullet into the mag before repeating the process, earning a nod from one of the soldiers. She then turned to the shooting targets then raised the gun, making the butt lean on her right shoulder, sights on her eye level, took a stable a stance, not that she had to.

"Safety off!" she warned everyone present as she turned the safety off then started firing. With her strength, the gun's recoil was inexistence and she didn't need to aim once again, making her shot continuously at the targets till she ran out of bullets. She moved fast, switching the safety back on, removing the mag, setting them down, picking another gun, putting in the mag, cocking the gun, safety off and started shooting again. This continued till all ten of the guns had been fired. Everyone was looking at her like she had a third eye by the time she was done.

"What?" she asked, putting the last gun down. Tony was the first to speak.

"I'm just glad I didn't throw away the resumés, to think I would have lost you to maybe Hammer would be a blow to my pride as an entrepreneur," he genuinely said.

"Does that mean..."

"Yes, welcome to Stark Industries. With shooting like that, you will be welcomed in the secret service no questions asked," Tony said, shaking her hand vigorously.

"You also said I would get a condition," she added, making Tony blanch.

"Already demanding, you and Pepper will be friends," he said.

"Good to know. But, my condition is that you let me do my job. I'm not here to do lap dances for you, be your eye candy or your personal cum dumpster. I'm here to break arms and hopefully legs of anyone that is a threat to you, intruders or anyone that tries to antagonize you. If you can accept that condition then I will be more than happy to work for you."

"Break arms and legs, huh?" Tony asked before laughing out loud. "That's the most unorthodox condition someone ever gave me. Break arms and legs! I like you already. Deal, welcome to Stark Industries. Follow Pepper to her office, she will give you the run down of how I work, I will expect you tomorrow."