The CEO Temptation

The especially hot weather in the city of Chicago that day seemed even more stifling to Jonathan, who was waiting for the moment he had dreamed of for a long time.

He was sitting in a leather armchair, scratching his nails on the fabric of the object continuously. And not even the powerful air conditioning of the room was enough to stop the sweat that kept dripping down his face, coming from his temples, walking slowly to his collarbone, soaking little by little the white blouse he was wearing.

It wasn't just the heat, as the nervousness Jonathan was feeling was almost paralyzing, building up in his chest like a snowball. However, his trepidation was no accident. He was about to meet one of the most respected men in the world. Elliot Park, the youngest man to become a billionaire, was the owner of a veritable empire.

His branches all over the world were responsible for training the biggest names in entertainment. Jonathan was there with a single goal: to become the newest employee of the P.E (Park Empire) Agency. And as soon as he heard the employee's voice echo through the room as she pronounced his name, he felt even closer to realizing his big dream.

“Jonathan Jones, Mr. Park is waiting for you” The receptionist had to repeat a few times for Jones to take any action at all. He literally felt paralyzed, and only when the woman touched his shoulder did he stand up, he stood up, determined to move toward the moment that would determine his future.

But his insecurity made him think that, while everything could go right, his confused and clumsy way could be in charge of completely destroying his goal. Then, nervously, Jonathan stopped in front of the door and took a deep breath, trying to remember all the words he had memorized on the way to the company.

Despite that, from the moment he put his sweaty hands on the door handle of Elliot's room, all the thoughts that wandered in his mind disappeared in the blink of an eye. And then, the door slowly opened, revealing a sophisticated and imposing environment. The decor was elegant, with neutral tones and exquisitely designed furniture, evidencing the good taste and wealth of the empire's owner.

A large glass wall offered a panoramic view of the bustling city of Chicago, but my focus quickly turned to the man with his back to me, standing there like an enigmatic figure. It was Elliot Park, himself. His imposing, aloof air made Jonathan feel like a mere spectator before his grandeur.

The heat of the city seemed not to affect the controlled atmosphere of the room, which remained cool and inviting.

The leather furniture, combined with the dark wood floors, created an atmosphere of power and luxury. Paintings by famous artists decorated the walls, adding a touch of art to the space.

The moment he saw him for the first time would be forever imprinted in his memory.

Elliot was on his back, standing in front of the large glass wall that overlooked the busy street. He seemed attentive, his eyes fixed on something Jonathan couldn't tell him what it was. So focused that he barely noticed the candidate's presence in his office.

Embarrassed, Jonathan pretended to bump into some object just to get his attention, which worked, as Elliot immediately looked at him. His solid-as-a-statue expression didn't move an inch as he laid eyes on Jonathan for the first time.