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Margaery shuffled from foot to foot in her high heels, the sound of them clicking echoing off of the empty walls of the building. She took another look around, reaching for Robb’s hand when she was finished and giving it a gentle squeeze. She never imagined how difficult it would be to envision their branch of Stark Inc. in an abandoned storefront, but it was proving to be quite the task as they stood next to each other, taking in their surroundings. 

"What do you think, baby?" she asked quietly, meeting her husband’s gaze, "It’s certainly the right size and in a great location… I guess it’s hard for me to visualize what everything will look like when it’s all set up. The welcome booth can go… over there, and the equipment on the other side. And I was thinking the bike rack would work well on the patio wall during the warmer months."