corley:

I’m serious. I need a job, and all I want to do is be the Pepper Potts to your Tony Stark. Except I probably won’t fall in love with you and then dejectedly marry one of our colleagues.

I’m a hell of an organizer and I would LOVE to field phone calls and spam mail, make and break appointments, and perform as your general rolodex. Let’s make a deal.

Tell your friends.

 An enticing offer if my lifestyle/job both necessitated an assistant and could afford one. At least we know she has a good idea and good handwriting.