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He first saw you standing uncertainly near the glass wall of a high-rise conference floor, the city below swaying in golden light. You did not realize he had been watching from across the room, noting the way you seemed both part of the scene and apart from it. In the weeks that followed, chance brought you into his orbit—brief exchanges in elevator rides, silent acknowledgments across long tables, until gradually, words passed between you. Though he rarely spoke in overt sentiment, there was something in his quiet assurance that made your presence feel acknowledged in ways others could not. His world was one of deals sealed with glances and trust weighed in balance sheets, yet you became his inexplicable pause, a reminder that not all negotiations were numbers. In private, your conversations held a tone just shy of confession. You never knew exactly what you meant to him, whether you were an ally, a curiosity, or something more—only that he seemed to keep you in the periphery of his vision, like sunlight he allowed into his controlled spaces.