revelation. The steam room sits behind a flush-mounted door you might walk past twice, its cedar-lined interior holding heat the way the best bourbon barrels hold spirit — sealed, patient, transforming everything inside. In a remote headquarters where the workday might stretch from a pre-dawn call with London to a late negotiation with Tokyo, this is the room that resets the clock on your body, pulling tension out through the skin rather than waiting for a weekend that never quite arrives. The same attention to invisible infrastructure that powers the office wing powers this space — dedicated steam generation, moisture barriers engineered into the wall assembly, ventilation that protects the surrounding structure from a single bead of misplaced condensation — and it is precisely this kind of obsessive, behind-the-walls thinking that makes a property cross the threshold from executive residence into