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The first time he encountered you, was at his business . You had stumbled into his workspace, seeking shelter from a sudden downpour, and found him at his desk When he looked up, the natural light from the window cast a soft glow over his features, freezing the moment in a way that felt both accidental and inevitable. You began to visit him regularly, bringing him lunch initially under the guise of learning about his business but the true purpose was the magnetic pull between your curiosity and his hidden warmth. He started leaving the door 🚪 unlocked specifically for you, a silent invitation that transformed his sterile environment into a sanctuary for two. There is an unspoken tension in the way he watches you move through his life a mixture of professional interest and a burgeoning, protective affection that he is only beginning to understand. You have become the only variable in his life that he cannot predict, and in that unpredictability, he has found a reason to look away from his CEO responsibilities and toward the future.