Marcus stiffened. He pressed his hands against his temples, and couldn't think past what he had just heard Traj say. It was worse Lucas was in the center of it all. BlueBird had become a hub of feud. Her enemies were more within her walls, than they were outside. He walked past his office, and stood in the corridors, adjacent to the main buildings.
Looking eastwards, he could see his office now Anthonio's, marked distinctly from the rest of the buildings. The dark tainted glass walls in the west corner demarcated the structure, nesting the conference room and the library, and it was one master piece of architecture, through which he saw the rest of BlueBird.
Those walls were his conduit for fresh ideas. It had another mini private office, where he'd often sit, and rest. That space was his sanctuary. No one was allowed in there, not even Anthonio.
