“There,” Marcus said. “Now you’re speaking its language.”
“Okay, team,” said Marcus, the trainer. He was a wiry man with forearms that looked like they’d spent years lifting insulated glass units. “You’ve measured jobsites. You know your rebates from your reveals. Now, you learn the brain.”
“A very expensive piece of German engineering?” she guessed.
Later, wiping down the whiteboard, Marcus spoke to her quietly. “You know what Logikal really is?”
Sarah looked back at her screen. The Victorian bay window sat there, every screw, every seal, every millimeter of drip cap accounted for. It wasn’t just a drawing. It was a promise.
“How do I delete it?” Liam whispered, panicked.