The materials room was cooler than the showroom, lit by clean overhead panels that left nothing in shadow.
Rows of flat drawers lined the walls. A long worktable dominated the centre, its surface scarred by years of careful use.
Ethan went straight to the far cabinet and pulled open the third drawer.
Gabriel locked the door behind them and set the slim portfolio the man had handed him on the table without opening it yet.
Claire arrived thirty seconds later with a laptop under one arm and Marcus close behind, already rolling up his sleeves.
"Talk to me," Claire said.
Ethan lifted a thick archival folder and set it down. "Centrepiece development log. Every dated sketch, every material order, every revision note from the first line to the final cast. Marcus — the early metal trials. The ones with the failed tension tests."
Marcus nodded and moved to a lower drawer. "On it."
Gabriel opened the portfolio.
