The Northwood Lodge was a rustic opulence, featuring vaulted ceilings of reclaimed timber and floor-to-ceiling glass that framed the jagged, snow-capped teeth of the mountain range. However, the grandeur of the architecture did little to ease the suffocating tension as the interns gathered in the grand hall for the room assignments.
Marcus stood by a heavy table, holding a silver bowl containing folded slips of paper. "As per the protocol of the retreat, rooms are shared to foster collaboration and teamwork," Marcus announced, though his eyes kept flickering toward Luca, who was still swamped in Malcolm's massive charcoal coat. "Mr. Ford and I will be in the West Wing to manage administrative duties. The rest of you will draw lots for the East Wing suites."
