The autumn frost gave way to a relentless December chill, turning the gothic campus into a landscape of dark stone and slick, blackened ice. Snow fell in thin, sharp needles that stung the skin, but inside the high-ceilinged study hall of the library, the air was warm, smelling of old paper, rich leather, and polished mahogany.Kristina Castellan sat at the end of the long oak table, her posture straight and flawless. Her tailored camel coat was draped neatly over the back of her leather chair, and a single silver fountain pen rested between her slender fingers. Before her lay the third-quarter financial breakdown for a Castellan Global subsidiary, her margin notes written in precise, immaculate script.Beside her, Julian rested his chin on his palm, staring out the arched stained-glass window at the snow drifting over the quad. His heavy wool sweater looked dark against his pale skin, his eyes shadowy with a strange, lingering exhaustion."You missed a carrying cost adjustment on pag
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