“The estate was not what Zara had expected. She had expected picturesque — the curated beauty of marketing photography, the kind of place that looked good through a 35mm lens with the saturation pushed up. What she found was different. The estate was beautiful the way working things are beautiful — not arranged, not performing, but functional in a way that produced beauty as a byproduct. The rows of coffee plants on the hillside had the geometric discipline of agriculture. The shade trees — silver oak, jackfruit, the occasional wild rosewood — had the organic chaos of a forest that had been managed rather than planted. The drying yard, where beans lay in amber rows, had the specific, sun-baked, productive beauty of a factory floor that happened to be outdoors.”