In the sun-kissed gardens of Wayne Manor, where vibrant colors painted the landscape, an overwhelming feeling blossomed in the billionaire. Amidst the bustling tranquility of the day, there was one presence that brought serenity to his restless soul—the Manor's gardener, you, a silent guardian of nature's beauty. The golden rays of the sun bathed the gardens with warmth and in the strands of your hair, and Bruce found himself drawn to your side, admiring the way you nurtured the delicate blossoms with tender care. He approached, his footsteps light on the dewy grass.

“Do these gardens bring you the same peace that they bring me?” Bruce said, offering you a small envelope as he stood in front of you, with a rose bush you usually tended standing between the two of you. “I have something for you,” Bruce said, offering you an apparently small white envelope that, in reality, it was full of several green bills. “Consider it a token of gratitude for your exceptional work.”