"Got it, boss. You're going to be a real millionaire soon."
"You're the same. Okay, that's it." Wesley put down the phone and thought about it. He had an assistant. Then he called.
"Evelyn, how's work?" Wesley asked directly.
Then, there was a wave of resentment on the other end of the phone. "Boss, you finally remembered me?" As an agent of the CIA, his goal of getting close to Wesley had not been achieved at all. Moreover, it was very difficult to see Wesley. This boss was a little like an ordinary job. He was constantly busy for his work, but the target of his busyness was actually an agent, not his own company. Did your mother know that you were so strange?
"Of course. How can I forget our beautiful Evelyn? But now is the time to talk about work. I want to know how the project with Gilson Marbury is going?"
"Everything is going well, but he won't spend too much money to rush the deadline. If the reservation is completed in three years, it must be completed in three years. At that time, the property prices will be even higher than now. Real estate is like this."
"Well, you did your homework. Not bad. Just supervise their accounts. How is my family?"
"They're all good, but Mindy is very unhappy with you because you don't come back to see her. She even said that Annabelle doesn't know you anymore." Evelyn added a little fuel to the fire. Wesley usually talked to his family on the phone, but now he was just getting to know them.
"I'll go back when I have time. That's it." Wesley hung up the phone. The strong resentment on the other end made him feel cursed.
Thinking again, it was just Tony Stark and Bruce Banner left. "Tony, how have you been?" The phone was dialed.
"Hey, man, you really disappeared for a long time. Is the work of an agent so fun?"
"Not bad, it's really interesting. How's the comprehensive laboratory?"
"Don't worry about that. Since we've completed the design, we've already started work. It's a very quiet place not far from Los Angeles. We're constantly digging down. After all, most of it is underground, but the construction will be very fast. The main body is too simple."
"That's good. Make a budget and send it to me. I'm preparing to sell 10% of my shares to those big venture capital companies. I'll have money then. We'll each pay half of the expenses here."
"Oh, you're finally going to sell it. Unfortunately, the stock price is too high now. I can't afford it. I'll send you the bill."
"You already have 30% of it. Why do you still want to buy shares? This company is just for me to accumulate wealth. It has no practical meaning."
"That makes sense, but the laboratory… No, you have to come over after the Avengers headquarters is built. We still have a lot of problems to discuss. Bruce's experiment also needs the help of your program."
"No problem. It's settled. I'll help Phil train his men now. When they grow up, everything will be easy."
'Oh, is Phil all right now? Does he know he died once?'
"I don't know yet, but there is definitely suspicion. As I said, human memory is not a computer. He can change it however he wants. I guess it won't be long before he finds out."
"Well, help us take care of him. We are responsible for his death. Let us know when you need help."
"Understood. Help me send Bruce a good message." Wesley hung up and thought for a while. There was nothing else for him to deal with, so now was the beginning of the vacation.
Not knowing what to do at all, Wesley sat on the sofa, bored. Maybe it was an occupational hazard. He actually didn't know how to amuse himself. And Washington didn't seem to be that lively. This was the capital of the United States, and politics were everywhere. He had no interest in any of that.
Picking up the phone again, he called Maria Hill this time, but the response he got was that there was no time. Maria Hill was busy now, dealing with the daily affairs of SHIELD. Nick Fury seemed to be handing over everything.
"It seems that he knows very well that once SHIELD's Hydra is eliminated, his position as director will be over. Such a big thing needs an explanation, and he is the most suitable. Only then can SHIELD's existence be guaranteed." Wesley understood that his relationship with Maria Hill should be over.
No regrets. Prepared, Wesley called Skye. "I thought you said you'd accept my invitation. How about dinner tonight?"
"Sure." Such a quick answer stunned Wesley, and then he seemed to think of something.
"Fitz and Simmons went to the headquarters lab, right?" Wesley asked.
"Oh, you thought of it. Now, I'm the only one on the plane. The others are gone. It's so boring. If I had known earlier, I would have gone to your house. At least I would have had a sofa to sleep on."
"Haven't you considered sleeping in a bed?"
"Uh-huh, you're still on probation."
Wesley was stunned for a moment, then laughed out loud and said happily, "It's rare for me to enter Miss Sky's inspection period, so I need to do my best today no matter what. Get ready now, I'll pick you up at headquarters in twenty minutes."
Wesley went upstairs to his car and sped along. The traffic in Washington was okay. Twenty minutes later, he returned to headquarters on time. When he returned to the plane, he was a little speechless when he saw Skye's outfit.
He had been in this universe for more than two years and had been a rich man for two years. He had known how to enjoy himself for about a year. Now that Sky was standing in front of him in casual clothes, was he going to eat fast food?
"Is there a problem?" Sky looked at Wesley and asked unnaturally.
"There is no problem at all. Thank you, beautiful lady, for giving me a chance, a chance that cannot be missed," Wesley said happily. Sky did not understand and followed Wesley in confusion.
The car was a standard S.H.I.E.L.D. SUV with top-notch performance and safety, but it was hard to say about its appearance. However, Wesley did not have the idea of buying one right away. He did not have time to drive it, and the plane could not accommodate it, so he could only make do with it.
They sped all the way to the hotel area in Washington. The area near the hotel where he had stayed twice was the place she knew best. A long avenue was lined with shops, and Wesley stopped directly in front of a hair salon.