Huckle's Company Headquarters

The sprawling corporate nerve center radiates professional polish—gleaming glass walls reflect austere lighting, with steel-framed blinds angled to control views of the rig sites. Documents are organized on Huckle’s desk in precise stacks, betraying meticulous control. The air carries the scent of polished wood and stale coffee from long meetings. Behind closed mahogany doors, executives deliberate over safety reports, projecting confidence despite the Doctor’s probing. It functions as both a fortress of corporate authority and a theater for controlling narratives.