Workaholics

Chapter 3: Just work or something more?

FROM: Elon Musk

Hello (Y/N),

I am impressed with your work on the research. I would love if we, together with my colleagues from Neuralink, can get close insight look into it with You?

Best Wishes,

Elon Musk.

I couldn't believe my eyes. Elon Musk is impressed with my research and want to talk about it.

That doesn't seem real.

 Well, I'm proud of it too, it's normal to be impressed with it. I felt how my heart skipped a beat, but at the same time I felt this confidence rush through my body.

 I would love to do that, so answered his email.

 We decided that we are going to meet at his house tonight. I went to work with a smile form ear to ear. I don't know what is happening to me at this point, because I had mixed feelings about it. I've finished my tasks for the day quite earlier and got home as fast as I could, so I can get ready. I wanted to look professional, but casual and sexy at the same time. 

Sexy?What am I talking about?

 I snapped out of my pointless thoughts, because this was obviously about work. I hate mixing personal with professional. This is MY research and I should take It seriously. I've put my tight jeans with a white tight shirt and I left the last two buttons unbuttoned.I threw on a leather jacket and left the apartment. I took my bike and went to my destination. It was almost 8, the sun was almost down giving the sky orange colour and the clouds looked like there were melting. This sky got me dreaming and made me nostalgic in some sort of way. 

I just enjoyed the ride to his house. I got at the gate of his massive house and entered. I parked my motorcycle next to one of his Tesla Model 3 and put my helmet on the seat. He had every model of Tesla parked in front of his house.  

What a show off. 

I laughed to myself and knocked on the door.Elon opened it a seconds. He was standing right in front of me in his black jeans and black t-shirt.Same messy hair and tired eyes.

"Hi" he greeted me with a soft smile and waved his hand. I felt butterflies in my stomach, even tho knew this was just a chemical reaction of the brain seeing something pleasant to the eye. I am done with myself denying that I like him. 

"Hello" I greeted him and smiled at him nervously.

"We can discuss your research at the door, but I think it's better if you get in" he chuckled.

"Just bring some chairs here" I followed his joke and we both laughed.

 I entered his house. I wasn't impressed with the house or the cars parked in front of it. I've already seen polish things in my life and most of the time people, who own that, are basically not worth it at all. But was he different than that? Or not? I always had these thoughts and always will. That's why I don't trust people behind all of that luxury and money.

 He led me into his living room as I watched his wide shoulders. He really had the figure of a respective man. I like that. On the couch was sitting one middle-aged guy with glasses. He turned around and when he saw me, he jumped from the couch and started to walk towards me.

"Good evening, Dr.(Y/LN)! I-i am admiring your work so much!" He said in a shaky voice.

"Thank you so much! You must be..?" I asked. I haven't still used to people to give me compliments like that, especially outside the hospital.In Elon's house.