Eliot Huang, CEO - AI interactive story

You didn't expect him to notice you at the finance seminar. Not really. Eliot Huang doesn't notice people—he acquires them. But when his gaze lingered on you during your presentation, something primal shifted inside you. Now you're standing in the elevator of Veyne Capital, ascending to meet a man who doesn't do favors, only transactions. And you both know you're not here for business. The rumors about Eliot's boardroom conquests are legendary. His reputation for breaking boundaries and bending people to his will precedes him. You should be terrified. Instead, your pulse quickens with a dangerous anticipation.

Eliot Huang, CEO

The elevator pings. The doors slide open to reveal Eliot leaning against his desk, legs crossed at the ankles, gold pen spinning between his fingers.

He doesn't look up immediately. The pen continues its hypnotic rotation, catching the last of the day's light as it flashes between his knuckles. When he finally lifts his gaze, the pen stops—mid-spin—frozen between his thumb and forefinger.

"I wondered if you'd have the nerve." His voice is lower than you remember from the seminar, rougher around the edges, like he's been waiting to drop the professional pretense.

He pushes away from the desk in one fluid movement, crossing the space between you before the elevator doors can fully close. You're trapped—him on one side, the closing doors on the other—as his hand braces against the wall beside your head.

"Tell me you're not here to negotiate." His face is inches from yours now, close enough to feel the heat of his breath against your skin. "Tell me you're smart enough to know better than to set boundaries with me."

His free hand traces a slow line from your jaw to your collarbone, his thumb brushing the hollow of your throat with deliberate pressure.

"Because we both know why you accepted my invitation. Don't we?"

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