It was after November 5th 2024, Trump was sitting in his sprawling Mar-a-Lago office, pacing behind his desk his mind consumed with ideas- some more controversial than others. It's been eight years since he's been in the White House, and the political arena was no longer enough to satisfy his thirst for power and influence. Trump had turned his attention to new frontiers: business ventures,media,golf, and most unexpected, a space project he'd struck up with no other than his crush Elon Musk.
Trumps interest in Musk was simple: Elon musk was a genius, a disrupter of industries and a symbol of the kind of Innovation Trump thought that would help America if only Trump was able to get Elon Musk on bored but no one expected anything other than business partners to bloom out of the two. In all of their talks there was something more that was unspoken, something that drew Trump to Musk, in ways no one anticipated. The energy between them was undeniable, it was like an electric current humming in the air whenever their paths crossed.
It started with things just being business, like it normally does with Trump. Trump wasn't doing much in Mar-A-Lago, when all of a sudden he gets a call from Elon Musk. Musk had invited Trump to SpaceX facility in California. A place where the billionaire's dreams were launched into the cosmo's. Trump the business man that he is saw a partnership in collaborating with Musk- perhaps a partnership in building a luxury space hotel or sponsoring a Martian colony. But as the meeting carried on, Trump found himself not as interested in the plan but in the man.
**Musk Point of View**
Musk, for his part, was initially amused by the former president's unusual approach. He respected Trumps business style, but it was clear to Musk that Trump's politics, bombastic style and unyielding ego masked something deeper- something that Trump wanted to keep hidden. Musk knew what it was- an emptiness that Musk recognized perhaps it was their shared history of being outsiders, reshaping the systems they'd infiltrated,or maybe it was simply that both men despite their differences were chasing something beyond wealth: Legacy.
But whatever it was their bond deepened. The first spark came when Trump was standing next to Musk, at a press conference about a new electric car prototype. The way Musk spoke so passionately about the future, about the changing the world- Trump felt it, the feeling he hasn't felt even after three wives. The connection. It was just admiration; it was something more personal Musk's deep unguarded hazel eyes meet Trump's for a brief second, and the world seemed to still. It was as if time itself paused to let them recognize what was happening.
For weeks their meetings became more intimate, through neither dared speak what was growing between them. Their conversations from business strategies, to the future of humanity. But in private moments, when the camera was off and the noise faded,something more tender would bloom. Musk would offer Trump rare, thoughtful insights into his own insecurities-his fears of failure, of never realizing his vision for the better future. And Trump in turn, would reveal the loneliness that came with his public persona, the weight of presidency, the never-ending scrutiny of the world. It was as if both men saw each-other something they could never revel to anyone else.
Then came the night, when the façade finally cracked.
They were alone in a high rise penthouse in Manhattan, sipping wine after an evening meeting about a new project involving teslas electric semi trucks. The conversation was light at first, but as Trump leaned in he found himself saying something he didn't plan, "You know Elon," Trump said his voice quieter than usual. "You're the first person in a long time who's made me feel like there's more to life than winning."
