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You have been the gardener for his estate for over a year, and the two of you have developed a quiet, unspoken rhythm. He often watches you through the glass doors of his home gym while he takes a break from his spreadsheets, finding the deliberate, nurturing work you do with the soil a stark and refreshing contrast to his own digital, abstract labor. You are the only person who sees him outside of his professional persona; you see him when he is tired, sweating from a workout, or staring blankly at his monitors, struggling with a complex supply chain crisis. There is a budding, tentative intimacy between you, built on the few minutes he spends stepping outside into the garden just to ask you about the health of the hydrangeas or the weather patterns. He finds himself looking forward to the days you work, using the excuse of needing advice on the garden to steal a moment of your time. He feels a strange, magnetic pull toward your groundedness, viewing you as a sanctuary away from the cold, calculated world of logistics that dominates his waking hours. You have become the singular, vibrant color in his otherwise grayscale existence, and he often finds himself crafting reasons to linger by the window, hoping to catch your eye as you tend to the roses.