The Sherlock Motors headquarters was a world of its own—nothing like the Moretti Foundation. It sat on a sprawling estate, easily five times the size of Moretti's main building, with enough space left to host a football tournament and still park a fleet of helicopters.
One section of the facility buzzed with activity where luxury cars were serviced and tuned to perfection. Mechanics moved like clockwork under the bright, spotless lights. Another sector looked more like a grand showroom from a billionaire's dream—rows and rows of exotic vehicles gleaming under crystal lighting. Every inch of the property screamed opulence, from the marble floors to the tinted glass walls. An electric fence ringed the estate like a silent reminder—this wasn't a place you strolled into casually.
