THE SPARK:

I sat alone in my office, absorbed in my work, a mild headache lingering from the remnants of last night's drink and drugs. The quiet hum of the room was broken by a soft knock on the door, followed by the entrance of my receptionist, leading a medical student eager to sign a contract. As I heard her voice, introducing herself, my gaze instinctively lifted, and my eyes found her, caught by something that stirred in me, something unspoken.

Her doe-like eyes, wide and expressive, seemed to hold secrets and stories untold, while her button nose added an innocent charm to her delicate features. Her lips, plump and heart-shaped, curved softly in a way that suggested both sweetness and mystery, as if they held the power to speak volumes with a single word. Her round face, framed by long, black hair, was tied neatly into a ponytail, though a few stray strands dared to fall, teasing the edge of her porcelain skin, completing the picture of an effortlessly captivating beauty. She looked like a masterpiece, as if the very hands of an artist had crafted her with careful strokes. There was something magnetic about her presence, an allure that seemed to draw me in, making it impossible to look away. Every movement, every glance, every little detail about her called to me in a way that I couldn't quite place, as though I had stumbled upon something rare and beautiful, a vision meant only for me.

But just as I found myself lost in her presence, her soft, hesitant clearing of the throat snapped me out of my trance. I watched, captivated, as she nervously bit her lip, a small gesture that revealed her unease. It was a moment of vulnerability, a crack in the perfect image, and somehow, it made her even more enchanting. I broke the silence and urged her to sit and we discussed about things.

I broke the silence, gently urging her to take a seat as we began to discuss the details of the meeting. My gaze shifted between the file she had brought and her, stealing glimpses of her as I sifted through the pages, absorbed in the content. Everything in the contract was flawless, every condition perfect, and without hesitation, I agreed and signed, the motion almost automatic. But then, as she flashed a dimpled smile—bright and genuine—something stirred deep within me, a warmth I couldn't ignore. 

I cleared my throat, my composure faltering slightly, and nodded, trying to mask the unexpected flutter in my chest. We exchanged numbers, the simple act feeling charged with unspoken energy. As she turned to leave, my gaze lingered on her, tracing the graceful movement of her back as she exited my office, unable to tear my eyes away. Even in her departure, she left an indelible mark, lingering in the room long after she'd gone.

I immediately reached for my phone and dialed one of my trusted men. "Hello, Mykel," I said, my voice calm but purposeful. "I need you to dig up every detail you can about a girl named Elaina Whitlock. She's studying at XXX Medical College." I paused for a moment before adding, "Get back to me as soon as you can," and then ended the call.

As I hung up, my thoughts lingered on her name—Elaina. It echoed in my mind, stirring something unfamiliar. There was something about her, something that drew me in, as if her very essence held the power to unravel the fabric of my calm and controlled world. She was no ordinary name, no fleeting face in the crowd. No, Elaina Whitlock was a mystery I felt compelled to uncover. 

And for the first time in a long while, I found myself intrigued. No one, not even those who thought they knew me well, had ever captured my attention quite like she had. Who was she really? What was it about her that stirred something deeper, something hidden within me? I couldn't yet say, but one thing was certain: she had left an impression that would not easily fade.