“I’m still deciding,” Gillan said, eyeing the glass she set on his side of the desk.
“You decided days ago. If you want to make more of a show of it then go ahead, but I will consider my demands met in the meantime. Despite your deep reservations.”
“They are deep.” He turned his chair back, picked up the glass, swirled the drink three times, and set it back. “You’ve been gone a while, Alara. Agillan is not the same man that you knew.”
“He did seem more...troubled.”
“Putting it lightly.”
“He won’t be a problem,” Alara said. “He understood that this would likely happen already.”
“You’re both too smart for me.” Gillan sighed and shook his head. “Fine. I accept your demand and will name you the inheritor premiere.”
“Secondly,” Alara said.
“Secondly?”
“Did you think I would only make o
