“There is no ambiguity,” I said.

“Good,” Richard said, straightening his coat lapels.

“Because Ethan is entering a critical merger year, and Natalie Vance comes from a family that values complete legal order.”

He stepped closer, his shadow falling over the hood of my car.

“If you come on Thursday, we expect quiet dignity,” Richard said.

“We won’t tolerate old emotional grievances clouding an orderly holiday.”

“I’m bringing exactly what belongs at that table,” I said.