"Not at all," Felix replied to Gideon's statement about the clutter, "If your workshop was pristine, I would wonder if you did any work at all."  Felix's attention was drawn to the bust that Gideon covered, though he didn't catch what it was and decided not to ask.  Felix sat and undressed as ordered.  "The company has been doing decently well, though with the size of the company, we worry more about overhead costs now than actual manufacturing.  Father says our engineers are running out of ideas; while standard, mass-produced parts are fine for the masses, it's art that appeals to the ones father really wants to do business with.  In many ways, I think father is envious of your little studio: no overhead to worry about, and all the best, most well-paying clients lined up for your handiwork.  Father's been busy, always running between meetings, inspecting factories, and wrangling with 'politics', as he calls it.  Maybe I should tell him to relax, and come in to see you.  Heaven knows he's probably due for a checkup too."