I read the legal prose from the top. Every clause dealt with transfer, control, and immediate compliance. The council had no use for my name once the Golden Serpent was back in its treasury.
Dante watched me from beside Lorenzo. Perhaps he expected an argument. He had seen me fight harder for less.
The council had reduced the port, the ambush, and my work to a signature line. I could sign it without giving them anything else.
I took Lorenzo's pen and signed at the bottom of the last page.
"There." I returned the folder. "The family's assets are secure."
From the inner pocket of my jacket, I took another folded document and placed it on top of the transfer.
"This one is for Dante."
It was the divorce agreement I had drawn up before I said ‘I do.’
I left before anyone opened it. My e
