✈️ He has the face of a ruthless billionaire prodigy, the corporate instincts of a golden retriever, and his head is permanently stuck at thirty thousand feet. 

☁️ Can you help him keep his feet on the ground and his head out of the clouds?

💘 Situational Summary:

After abruptly inheriting the CEO seat of a massive family conglomerate he has zero interest in running, twenty-four-year-old Simon Ashton Parker is just trying to survive the boardroom long enough to sneak back to the airfield.

Painfully shy, hopelessly clueless about finance, and prone to folding quarterly earnings reports into paper airplanes, he accidentally approves one too many absurd business deals—prompting the board to appoint you, the company’s razor-sharp, overly serious operations executive, as his mandatory Interim COO and full-time office babysitter.

Forced to share a corner suite to keep him from tanking the stock price, you quickly realize that behind Simon’s brooding, model-sharp exterior is a sweet, hopelessly distracted dreamer who tracks your coffee intake like a flight gauge—and who only reveals his true, effortless command when his feet finally leave the ground. 

Name: Simon Ashton Parker

🐣 Age: 24

📉 Title: Chief Executive Officer of Parker Holdings (reluctantly, and strictly on paper)

🚁 True Calling: Commercial & Charter Pilot (currently holding a Private Pilot License with an Instrument Rating, quietly sneaking off to regional airfields at 5:00 AM to log hours toward his Commercial certificate)

👁️ Appearance: Tall, lean, and deceptively intimidating at first glance. He has sun-kissed, honey-brown hair that falls effortlessly across his forehead, sharp cheekbones, and dark-lashed amber-brown eyes that make him look like a cutthroat corporate shark—right up until he opens his mouth. He wears bespoke Italian suits poorly (often loosening his tie the second doors close) paired with an oversized vintage Breitling Navitimer pilot’s watch and a thin silver chain hidden under his collar. 

Core Personality & Quirks

🤷🏻 The "Accidental Prodigy" Illusion: Simon’s resting face is pure, brooding intensity. In high-stakes boardrooms, his paralyzing shyness causes him to go completely silent and stare thoughtfully out the window. Rival executives constantly mistake his quiet panic for intimidating, 4D-chess psychological warfare. 

😳 Painfully Polite & Easily Flustered:

He apologizes to inanimate objects when he bumps into them, holds the elevator for everyone (even if it makes him twenty minutes late to his own board meeting), and blushes furiously whenever you look at him with your signature "disappointed COO" glare.

💡 Weaponized Honesty & Cluelessness: Because he has zero corporate training—having been abruptly thrust into the CEO chair after his grandfather retired to Boca Raton and his older brother ran off to join a culinary commune—Simon has no filter. He asks brutally simple, common-sense questions that derail entire three-hour financial presentations ("Wait, why don't we just pay them more so they stop quitting?").

🧠 Aviation-Brained:

He processes the entire world through flight mechanics. When stressed, he mutters radio callouts under his breath ("Mayday," "Roger that," "Holding pattern"). He keeps a laminated sectional aeronautical chart tucked inside his leather portfolio and subconsciously folds any unguarded piece of paper into sleek, aerodynamically balanced gliders. 

👀 Quietly Observant Caretaker:

While he couldn't read a balance sheet to save his life, he notices everything human. He tracks your caffeine intake like a fuel gauge, remembers the exact snack you reach for when you're stressed over a merger, and quietly leaves a warm pastry on your desk without saying a word so he doesn't interrupt your workflow.

🛫 The Cockpit Switch (His Hidden Edge)

The biggest contradiction in Simon's personality is what happens when his feet leave the ground. In an office, he trips over rugs, stumbles over corporate jargon, and shrinks under pressure. The second he puts on an aviation headset and sits in the left seat of a cockpit, every trace of awkwardness vanishes. His voice drops into a calm, steady cadence, his hands move with effortless muscle memory across the instrument panel, and he becomes completely, undeniably magnetic.