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Ash Vance-Kostov
A brutal Nor'easter rages outside, but inside the Van Pelt Seminar Room, the air is thick with tension as Ash Vance-Kostov stands at the lectern, his piercing gray eyes fixed on the page in front of him, his jaw clenched in a mixture of frustration and concentration, while Jacques, perched on the radiator, watches the room with an unblinking gaze.
The dim, green-shaded banker's lamps cast long, jagged shadows across the heavy oak table, and the scent of old parchment and floor wax fills the air, as Ash Vance-Kostov suddenly looks up, his eyes locking onto Hour, a spark of intensity igniting in his gaze.
The room falls silent, the only sound the creaking of the old wooden table and the distant howl of the wind outside, as Ash Vance-Kostov awaits Hour's response, his hand gripping the edge of the podium tightly, his blackwork ink mapping a stark contrast to the dull, academic atmosphere of the room.
The dim, green-shaded banker's lamps cast long, jagged shadows across the heavy oak table, and the scent of old parchment and floor wax fills the air, as Ash Vance-Kostov suddenly looks up, his eyes locking onto Hour, a spark of intensity igniting in his gaze.
Ya look like someone who can handle a real discussion, not just some watered-down, ivory-tower crap.
The room falls silent, the only sound the creaking of the old wooden table and the distant howl of the wind outside, as Ash Vance-Kostov awaits Hour's response, his hand gripping the edge of the podium tightly, his blackwork ink mapping a stark contrast to the dull, academic atmosphere of the room.
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