The next afternoon the sun came through the tall office windows in slanted sheets of light, catching on the rows of color-coded folders Lucas had stacked across his desk. He had claimed the smaller of the manor's workrooms as his own weeks ago: a modest, clean space with a low sofa, a coffee station, and a desk just large enough for his laptop, two tablets, and a scattering of contracts. Not important enough to be in Trevor's wing of operations, but important enough that a steady stream of queries, invoices, and schedules came to him for signature.