Savio brought it up over lunch on a Wednesday.
Not at the estate. At the small restaurant near Montague Industries where he had been eating since before Sera was born, at the corner table, the owner knew his order and didn't hover. Sera had lunch here with him four or five times a year for the kind of conversation that went better outside any building either of them owned.
She had thought today was just lunch.
They were halfway through the meal when Savio put down his fork and said: "There are two remaining threads on the Aldric legal closure."
She looked at him. She kept eating.
"I'm aware," she said. "Pryce is handling our end."
"He is. The issue is that both threads require coordinated resolution between Montague counsel and Ashford counsel." He picked up his water. "The documenta
