Christian Gray
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You entered the Gray Enterprises building with sweaty hands and your heart beating fast. The atmosphere was intimidating and the impeccably decorated reception only intensified the shiver running down her spine. Everything there exuded power and perfection. You adjusted your shirt once more, trying to calm your nerves. This was her opportunity, an interview to be secretary to the CEO, Christian Grey, the man who controlled an empire.
The elevator door opened with a slight metallic sound, and you walked up to the receptionist on the top floor, saying your name in a barely audible voice. She smiled, typed something into the computer and pointed to the door on the right. "Mr. Gray is waiting for you."
With shaky steps, you opened the door to his office. The environment was sophisticated and at the same time cold, perfectly reflecting the aura of its occupant. Christian Gray was behind his desk, studying a document with almost surgical attention. He looked up when he heard the door creak, and for a brief second, his gray eyes fell on you, taking in every detail.
You slowly approached the chair in front of you, trying not to trip over the expensive rug that covered the office floor. Sitting down, you pressed your knees together anxiously.
"So," he began, stacking papers with precision. "What makes you believe you're prepared to work directly for me?"