Precisely, Elon Musk | x Reader

dizzy

After a week of wait to be back at Space X, I was here. Space X. Second time at my dream place.

Elon is approaching me, and I'm already turning red.

"Let's exchange phone numbers, it'll make our lives easier" he said with his deep voice.

I nodded though I was actually dying inside.

"You'll be done with your career in three years time but that's the time we got to finish the project. I can't wait until then, if you know what I mean" he randomly says.

"But this is temporary... I mean, I can't just give my career up for a job which's project lasts three years because what do I do after that? And no, I can't work and study at the same time, unless you want me to commit suicide. This is not like working at a McDonald's"

"I'll try to come up with a solution. But please, think about it twice, you don't know the opportunity you are losing for your following jobs. Nowadays, by the way, it's so hard to find a permanent job. I can assure you none of your jobs will last a lifetime"

I put my hand on my forehead, in stress.

"It's actually my dream Elon, but I know myself. Once I get the job I'll want more and it won't be enough with just three years. What will I do without a degree? Will you help me find a job?"

"For sure" he replies with a straight face. "Either that or I don't know. Things can change from one day to another"

"You don't get it, Elon"

"You are not explaining yourself" he corrects me.

"I want to work here forever. I mean that if I join I know I won't want to leave. I don't want a new trash job" I honestly tell him. "Imagine starting to work in Space X and then switching to, I don't know. A fucking vet"

"I just need you to rely on me, and trust me, and accept my offer. If I managed to lead three companies I can lead you"

"Yeah I dont know, lead me... I feel dizzy"

Maybe it's a way my body has to actually make itself feel dizzy just to get attention from the most important person in my life, who's in front of me, talking to me.

"Come take a seat, come with me" he offers me to hold his hand which I obviously don't reject.

I think I'm not dizzy anymore.

The warmth of his hand gets me choking on my own thoughts. It's actually strong as I can feel it. Please don't let my hand go, Elon.

I take a seat and he sits next to me, still holding my hand.

"Is this something that happens to you usually?" He carefully asks.

"No, not at all. I think it's stress"

And I'm pretty sure it is, because I can't even sleep properly specially from thinking about him. That's how crazy I'm. Meet yn. It's not even funny or something to joke about. It might sound funny but it really isn't.

"Is there anything you need to talk about or..." he says, looking puzzled.

"I don't think there's anything I should open up about"

"You should if there is something, in order to prevent this from happening again"

"I love your vocabulary but you sound like a complete nerd Elon"

He bursts into laughter and people look at him.

"I'll talk in slang if that makes you feel any better"