A few days ago, Mary Jane noticed an odd letter in the mail from Friendlink.com that was directed to her son, Ben. When she brought it to her son's attention, the two opened the letter and discovered an invitation for a private grand tour of the headquarters of of Friendlink on Saterday and that they will be sending someone to pick him up. Initially, Ben was excited since he was going to see the inner workings of Friendlink and potentially another genius like himself until his mother began to question why they would be giving him of all  people a tour of the headquarters? After all, Ben's high IQ wasn't known to the general public and he hasn't entered a science fair competition for a while, especially when he became Spider-Man. The only explanation the two could come up with is that the company might be looking for new recruits and that somehow his genius was discovered by the company. Since Ben wanted to work for Stark Industries when he was older, he immediately dismissed the idea of working for a social networking company since he felt that his talents could be put to better use there and it was the place his father worked at until he died. But that did not mean that Ben did not want to see the inner workings of the company, especially when that said company was being ran by one of the most famous geniuses in the modern era.

When it was finally Saterday, Ben got up at eight which was unusually early for the young teen since he usually slept in on the weekends. But since he was being picked up at 9 am, the teen had to force himself to get up. Once he was up, he ate breakfast consisting of a bowl of cereal before going into the bathroom to brush his teeth and take a shower. After that, he dressed himself in a pair of blue jeans, sneakers and a white dress shirt that wasn't tucked in with a black T-shirt underneath. he teen decided to leave his Spider-Man suit and equipment at home since he wasn't sure if the company's security would search him and discover his utility belt and web shooters which would raise some questions.  He would then leave the penthouse and took the elevator down to the lobby before  heading outside only to find that nobody was there. Taking his i-Phone from his pocket, he looked at the time and realized that it was 8:55 which meant that it was early.

Wanting to kill some time, Ben opened up the Friendlink app on his phone and began to play a game known as Brain Training which was a puzzle game that spread like wildfire in the Friendlink community. While he knew that a lot of people found this game hard, there was an addicting quality to it that made people want to try again and Ben himself found the game to be easy. But out of all of the puzzle games he has played so far, this was in fact that hardest one he has played, though unknown to him and the rest of the world, the game was actually a cleverly disguised IQ test.

Isabella Woodrue

There is no such thing as justice

This part of being Max's assistant was truly annoying. It wasn't that she didn't mind doing things for Max it was just, well, the human race was full of truly idiotic specimen and even the ones that seemed to do well on those ridiculous little tests seemed to be either genuinely stupid people who just test well. Or children. She didn't mind children, honestly, but it didn't mean she wanted to be the one sent to babysit. If she was meant to be a babysitter, she would be back in Gotham looking after Melody or something. Now that was someone she didn't mind babysitting. But that was also an entirely different story.

She sat in the back of limo, a compact in her hand as she checked out her make up and the like. All of her tattoos were perfectly covered up, not even a sign that they even existed. Her green contacts made her eyes look like they were actually a natural color rather than their odd purple shade. She was doing some touch ups on her lips, making sure they were the perfect shade of rose red. She liked looking her best for these things even when she really wasn't keen on being in charge of them. It was for Max, really. She knew it was what he would want her to do, how he would want her to look. Perfect, absolutely perfect. As if she really needed to try to seem perfect. With a light sigh, she closed the compact and pushed it into her bag before relaxing against the seat. She took her glasses off for a moment to clean them before putting them back on. "Estimate time til arrival?" she asked, making sure her voice was loud enough for the driver to hear. He answered with an eta of five minutes which made her groan inwardly. What she hated more than being the facilitator of these things was riding inside of vehicles like this that could create so much pollution. She tried to relax, though, none the less, until she heard the limo finally lurch to a proper stop and heard her driver put it into park.

"Finally," she muttered before getting out of the limo. She was wearing a white blouse that was tucked into her black pencil skirt. She had nigh transparent stockings on under the skirt and a pair of black three inch heels on her feet. Trying to look proper, business like. It was close enough to her usual work outfit anyway. Her hair was swept up into a pony tail with her bangs out in front of her face and pushed to the side. Izzy took a deep breathe before glancing down the block to make sure she was in front of the right home. Once that was all checked out in her head, she approached the house that this child was supposed to be at, only to then realize he was already out there waiting for her. Huh, at least that meant she wouldn't really need to worry too much about waiting for the bra- brilliant young teenager. She kept her bright smile as she looked down at him. "Ah, you must be Mister Parker. I'm Isabella Woodrue. Mister Regim sent me on his behalf. Are you ready to go?"

551	@john
there ya go~

All the best that we can hope for is revenge

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With his eyes glued to the screen, the teen didn't notice the limo or the incredibly attractive woman that had gotten out of the limo and was now standing out in front of him. When he heard a voice refer to him as Mister Parker, he took his eyes off the screen as saw a red headed woman who stood several inches over him thanks to a combination of her natural height, which already made her taller than Ben and her high heels. The boy's face turned red with embarrassment as he moved his thumb upwards on the screen to close the app and placed the phone in his right pocket. He couldn't believe that he did not notice the woman or the limo that was behind her until now even though he has been told on numerous occasion, in particular his mother that he was often oblivious to his surroundings when playing any game on his phone. And like teenager, he just passed off what his mother said as being not true and continued on with his day. "Sorry about that Mrs. Woodrue, I got here a little earlier than intended and just passed the time with Brain Training. I didn't think that I wouldn't notice you coming up to me. And feel free to call me Ben, it's probably a little too soon for someone to be calling me that" said Ben as he smiled back at Isabella.

"I'm ready to go, but can you tell me why Mister Regim invited me to take a tour of friendlink? It's been something my mom and I have been wondering since he sent me the invitation in the mail" explained Ben hoping to get an answer to the question. And no matter what answer he got, the boy was very eager to go which could clearly be seen in the excited look in his blue eyes. In his mind, it was pretty much Christmas morning and hanging around an attractive red head was definitely a pleasant surprise, the intellectual side of him was more interested in seeing how things got done in the company. And wanted to know what kind of programing language they use to create the site, how the workers maintained the site and see the server farm which housed the information of thousands of friendlink users.

Isabella Woodrue