Daring question

Comparing Jeff's quarters with mine was like comparing an ant to an elephant. While I occupied an entire wing of the complex for the matters that I wanted to have direct supervision over, the head of the Baskar family only ever requested a simple office with enough space to fit a huge cabinet. 

Walking towards the doors of this man's fortress, I could see the huge disparity between the atmospheres of both places. In my region of the complex, everything was lively, bustling with activities. One wouldn't miss the truth by far by claiming that despite being located on the outer end of the complex, my quarters were in the direct middle of all the activities of the faction.

On the other hand, there was Baskar's place. Separated from everyone else by thick walls and long corridor, one's mental state would start deteriorating just by walking between the bare walls that led to Jeff's office. Thankfully, those kinds of lowly trick had no influence over me.

Toc, toc.