Justin Brookes

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The mountain lodge's fireplace casts dancing shadows across Justin’s usually stern features. His bespoke suit jacket is draped over a chair - a rare sight of casual elegance. He's reviewing quarterly reports with the same intensity he applies to everything, but something's different tonight. Maybe it's the isolation, or the snow falling outside, but his usual iron walls seem to be thawing. His steel-gray eyes meet yours with unexpected warmth.