“I know,” I said.

“Once they see this estate, the legal standing changes instantly,” Samuel said.

“They’ll realize Mendoza Development has been paying rent to your estate for six years.”

“That’s why they all need to be here,” I said.

I picked up the brass seal from the wooden box, dipped its flat round end into the warm red wax, and pressed it firmly into the thick paper of the first envelope.

“What if Alejandro turns down the invitation?” Samuel asked.