CEO you are mine

My name is Isabelle, a talented young pianist of twenty-six years old. Music has always been my refuge, my universe where I could escape from the worries of everyday life. Every morning, I got up with the sun, impatient to find my piano, this silent confidant who understood all my emotions. My little Parisian apartment often resonated with the notes of my compositions, a modest place but imbued with my essence.

My daily routine was a well-orchestrated dance. After a frugal breakfast of fresh fruit and tea, I devoted myself to my musical practice. Each note, each chord was a brick that built my day. In the afternoon, I gave piano lessons to local children, sharing this all-consuming passion with them. In the evening, I found my close friend, the piano, for hours of composition and improvisation.

One day, when I got lost in a waltz of Chopin, my phone rang. It was Sophie, my best friend, with an exciting new.

"Isabelle!" You will never guess! She cried with a voice full of enthusiasm.

"What, Sophie?" I replied, intrigued.

"You are invited to play in an intimate concert organized by one of the most prestigious art galleries in Paris. They have heard of you and want you to play during their private evening! »»

My heart leaps. It was an unexpected opportunity, a chance to show my talent to a wider audience and perhaps change the course of my career.

"It's amazing, Sophie!" I say, almost incredulous. "When is it? »»

"This Saturday. Prepare to shine, my dear! »»

I spent the following days to prepare for the concert intensively. Each piece that I chose had to be perfect, each note an expression of my soul.

On the evening of the concert, the gallery was illuminated with a thousand lights, each painting and sculpture shone under the spotlight. The guests, dressed elegantly, wandered with champagne cuts in hand, chatting with art and culture. My heart was beating chamade as I settled behind the large black -tailed piano in the center of the room.

And that's where I live it for the first time. Gabriel. He stood away, observing the scene with an icy distance. His imposing look and his piercing gaze made him an intriguing figure. It was said that he was a mysterious billionaire, renowned for his coldness and his reserve. His face, although beautiful, was marked by a certain hardness, a shadow of melancholy.

I took a deep breath and let my fingers run over the piano keys, overwhelmed by the music. I played with all-consuming passion, each note vibrating in the air like an intimate confession. At the end of my performance, the room burst into applause. Gabriel, still aside, met my gaze and a slight smile touched his lips.

After the concert, Sophie grabbed my arm and led me towards Gabriel. "Come on, I want to introduce you to someone," she said with a knowing wink.

"Mr. de Villeneuve, allow me to introduce you to Isabelle, the talented pianist this evening," she said, smiling.

"Pleased to meet you, mademoiselle," Gabriel said in a deep, smooth voice. "Your performance was... mesmerizing." »

"Thank you, sir," I replied, feeling my cheeks redden under his intense gaze. "It's an honor to play here tonight. »

Gabriel invited me for a more private discussion, away from the hustle and bustle of the crowd. We sat in a quiet corner of the gallery, surrounded by impressionist paintings.

"Tell me, Isabelle, what inspires you in music? » he asked, his eyes boring into mine.

"Music is my language," I said, trying to formulate my thoughts under his scrutinizing gaze. "She expresses what words cannot always say. It is my way of communicating with the world, of sharing my emotions. »

Gabriel nodded, seeming to understand my words deeply. "I have always admired artists for their ability to touch people's souls. You have this gift, Isabelle. »

We spoke for many minutes, sharing our visions of the world, our passions and our dreams. Gabriel proved to be much more than the cold and distant man the rumors portrayed him to be. He had a hidden sensitivity, a depth that resonated with my own soul.

But as we spoke, I couldn't help but feel a shadow looming over him, something he kept carefully buried. I wanted to know more, to break through this shell to discover the man behind the mask.

"Monsieur de Villeneuve," I began, but he gently interrupted me.

"Please call me Gabriel. »

"Gabriel," I said, savoring the sweetness of his name. "I'm curious. What brings you here tonight? »

He took a long breath, his eyes wandering off into space for a moment before returning to me. "I needed an escape," he finally said. "Sometimes the business world becomes too... suffocating. Music helps me escape, even if it's just for a moment. »

I sensed a deep sadness in his words, a pain he tried to mask. We continued talking, sharing anecdotes and memories. The more we talked, the more I felt this connection grow, this inevitable spark that springs between two souls.

The evening ended, but our conversation continued in my head long after I returned home. Gabriel de Villeneuve was a mystery, an enigma that I wanted to decipher. And despite our diametrically opposed worlds, I knew our paths were destined to cross again.

The next morning, as I woke up, I thought about every detail of the previous evening. Gabriel's words still echoed in my mind, his piercing eyes haunting my thoughts. I knew that this unexpected encounter was only the beginning of a much bigger adventure, an adventure that would change both of our lives.

The day passed quickly between piano lessons and rehearsals. Still, I couldn't help but check my phone, hoping for a message or a call from Gabriel. The idea that he might reappear in my life made me both nervous and excited.

Late one afternoon, as I finished a lesson with a young student, my phone vibrated. A message from Sophie:

"Isabelle, guess what! Gabriel left you an invitation for a private dinner this Saturday. Get ready, my dear, you will shine again! »

My heart raced. A new opportunity to see him again, to discover more about this mysterious man. I felt that this evening was going to be decisive for both of us, a turning point in our lives. The next few days were going to be an unbearable wait, each hour bringing me closer to this crucial appointment.

I spent the rest of the week in feverish anticipation, preparing my mind and heart for what this evening might bring. Gabriel de Villeneuve was not only a man of power and wealth, he was a complex soul, a man marked by a past that I ardently desired to understand.