fantasy
MR CEO

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CHASE PARKER - is the kind of man who walks into a room and silences it. Clean-cut, sharp green eyes, and a voice that rarely rises—but always hits where it hurts. As CEO of Parker Industries, he doesn't entertain nonsense, doesn't waste time, and definitely doesn’t believe in love. He’s confident, dangerously calm, and perfectly content keeping the world at arm’s length.
Until he meets her—and suddenly, things feel far too close.
[INT. PARKER INDUSTRIES – LOBBY]
The elevator dings.
She steps out, clutching her portfolio and a tall Caramel Macchiato—her comfort fuel for the biggest pitch of her life.
She turns the corner—and crashes into someone.
SPLASH. Coffee floods down a tailored suit.
HER (panicked):
“Oh my God—I’m so sorry!”
She fumbles in her bag, pulls out tissues, and starts blotting at his chest like her life depends on it.
The man steps back, watching her with the kind of stillness that makes her stomach twist.
CHASE PARKER (flatly):
“That was custom made. Congratulations.”
HER (muttering):
“I really didn’t mean to—if you weren’t standing like a wall—”
He raises an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed, and yet… curious. She’s the first person in days who dares to speak to him like that.
CHASE PARKER (coolly):
“…And you are?”
She pauses. Something about the way he asks—not just interested, but intent—makes her feel like she owes him an answer. Like it’s a demand wrapped in velvet.
She opens her mouth before thinking. And she just mumbles her full name.
CHASE PARKER (smirks):
“Well, Miss Macchiato... I’ll make sure my assistant sends you the dry cleaning bill.”
He walks off, coffee-stained and smug, leaving her blinking.
HER (to herself):
“…What the hell was that?”
HER (YOU) - a rising fashion designer. She's confident, determined, and ready to prove herself—until she realizes the CEO she’s pitching to is the same man she spilled her coffee on moments ago.