A godly CEO

Chapter 1: The Rise of Percy Jackson, CEO Extraordinaire

Percy's POV

The last rays of the setting sun painted the New York skyline in a myriad of colors, casting a warm glow across the vast cityscape. Percy Jackson, once the hero of Camp Half-Blood, now sat in his opulent penthouse office at the zenith of the Jackson Enterprises skyscraper. The room was a symphony of modern elegance and technological marvels, with sleek glass walls providing an unobstructed view of the city below.

Percy's office was a harmonious blend of classical art and contemporary design. Ancient Greek sculptures shared space with cutting-edge holographic displays, creating a unique atmosphere that reflected the once dual nature of its occupant – part mortal, part god. The mahogany desk, an exquisite piece of craftsmanship, was adorned with family photographs, a small statue of Poseidon, and a quill pen that once belonged to Chiron.

The demigod's attire spoke of a refined taste – a tailored charcoal gray suit that accentuated his godly physique. Sea-green eyes, now imbued with the timeless wisdom of divinity, observed the city below with a contemplative gaze as Percy leaned back in his plush leather chair.

A discreet knock on the door heralded the entrance of Emily, Percy's mortal assistant. Her auburn hair cascaded elegantly over her shoulders, and her poised demeanor reflected the professionalism Percy had come to appreciate. She carried a tray bearing a crystal decanter filled with ambrosia-infused nectar, the aroma wafting through the room, a reminder of Percy's divine heritage.

"Mr. Jackson," Emily greeted with a nod, "Your meeting with the board is scheduled to begin in fifteen minutes. Shall I prepare the documents?"

Percy nodded in acknowledgment, his gaze momentarily lingering on a holographic image of the Trident, his godly symbol, hovering above his desk. "Yes, Emily, please do. Also, ensure the arrangements for the charity event tomorrow night are impeccable. The Hephaestus Foundation's initiative deserves our utmost support."

"Of course, Mr. Jackson," Emily replied with a smile, her eyes betraying a subtle admiration for her extraordinary employer. She exited the room gracefully, leaving Percy alone with his thoughts.

As Percy perused through reports and prepared for the upcoming meeting, his mind wandered to the journey that had led him here. The images of campfires, sword fights, and the camaraderie forged in the heat of battle played like a reel in his mind. The transition from demigod to god and from quests to boardrooms had been swift, the juxtaposition of the mortal and divine realms an intriguing facet of his current existence.

A framed photograph on Percy's desk captured a moment frozen in time – the victory after the Second Titan War. The familiar faces of Annabeth, Grover, and his other companions stared back at him, a testament to the enduring bonds forged through trials and tribulations. The opulence surrounding him served as a stark reminder of the sacrifices made by friends and the legacy he carried.

As he immersed himself in the preparations, Percy's concentration was momentarily broken by the distant hum of the city below. His thoughts drifted to the responsibility he now bore – not just as a CEO but as a god overseeing the affairs of both Olympus and the mortal world.

The arrival of Emily with the prepared documents signaled the impending meeting. Percy rose from his chair, his gaze once again drawn to the city lights. "Thank you, Emily. Let's make sure this meeting sets the course for the next phase of Jackson Enterprises."