After sharing lunch together at the office, Henry Jefferson had buried himself in his work, hunched over his desk—a sight not commonly seen.

He donned rimless glasses, his dark eyes piercing through the documents before him with intense focus.

Indeed, there’s a particular allure to a man absorbed in his work, and Henry embodied that allure perfectly.

To him, the papers sprawled across his desk were not mere documents; they seemed to be treasures, blessed by his ...