a failed estate agent

Next contract, we're going to stay, all eight, in a big house in Gargaresh - a 'posh' suburb to the west. Two bathrooms between eight fellas. I fear trouble ahead. Especially if there's a severe dose of Rommel's Revenge doing the rounds, and bathroom use is at a premium. Our Project Manager assures us, however, that the 'villa' (as he will keep calling it, though I doubt it has an atrium, much less a triclinium), has a 'magnificent staircase' and 'huge landings'.