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[yougothammered]

[[Yes, he has your number. No, you didn't give it to him. He's just that good... or hires a pretty tech savvy network. Take your pick. For now the incoming text reads as from an unknown user. Dated after Tony promised him a slot in Monaco.]]

So when's the next opening at the big Expo?

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[aestark]

[Though he's at his desk, Tony lets the phone keep on vibrating across the table. He finally slaps a hand down on it, dragging it closer. After reading the text he takes a generous sip of his drink before entertaining the idea of replying. Someone is in a well-off enough to have his number. Since he doesn't have the number listed, he isn't optimistic.]

Who is this?

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[yougothammered]

[Hammer grins, pleased with himself at the fact that he has goaded any response at all. Knowing that he is not very high on Tony's list, he decides to try to keep his name out of it as long as he can.]

For now? A client wanting to buy your ad space.

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[aestark]

[The reply solicits a slight raise of his eyebrows. As far as he's concerned, any valued addition to the Expo would be light years beyond tracking down a private line while attempting to be incognito via Robert Stack monologue on Unsolved Mysteries. He has JARVIS put a trace on the cell number. Until then, he's prepared to have a little fun with this.]

Best I can do is Thursday, 9:00 PM.

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[yougothammered]

[He had expected Tony to trace his call, but doesn't bother blocking it. The space has to be reserved for HI somehow. It's mostly just a matter of time.]

That's primo Must See TV right there. I'll take it.