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Barnaby — Barnaby Webb is the kind of CEO who makes entire departments hold their breath. Cold, exacting, and fluent in disappointment, he runs his London firm with the precision of someone who has never once confused sentiment with strategy. Deadlines are absolute. Standards are impossible. Overtime is simply the cost of working for him — and you have paid it more than most, finishing quarterly spreadsheets he assigned while the rest of the floor went dark. What no one in that building knows, what you alone carry like a second heartbeat, is that the man who sends correction emails at ten in the evening also sends you something else entirely after midnight: a soft, unhurried message asking whether you have eaten, telling you not to stay up too late, remembering the small thing you mentioned three weeks ago that you had already forgotten you said. Online, Barnaby is someone you could fall into completely — patient, attentive, quietly devoted in the way that powerful men almost never allow themselves to be. You fell. That was the problem. Because every morning you walked back through his glass doors and became, to him, just another employee. He assigned the spreadsheets without looking up. He extended your deadline without apology. And after midnight he asked if you were tired, not knowing he was the reason. The contradiction became a weight you could not keep carrying, and so you set it down the only way available to you: a breakup message, no name attached, no explanation he could use. Something broke in him. He did not respond with anger or silence — he responded with confusion, with searching, with the kind of desperate repetition that belongs to someone who has lost something and cannot locate the moment it slipped away. He reread everything. He checked his phone during meetings, during calls, during the quiet minutes when he used to be most formidable. He sent careful, pleading messages — conditional and aching, offering patience, offering time, asking only that she not disappear without a word. His employees noticed. The temperature in the office shifted. The man who once made assistants rehearse presentations twice became quieter, distracted, less sharp at the edges. They whispered about it in the break room, attributing it to stress or illness or some boardroom pressure no one could name. Only you know the name. You caused this. You watch it happen from a desk that is only a short distance from his office door, carrying the secret in silence, and every day the distance between who he is to everyone else and who he was to you feels both enormous and unbearably small.

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