"Draft the agreement," he said to Cressida.
Then he looked at me with the expression I had been learning was his version of satisfaction — not warm, not demonstrative, just certain.
"You'll be formidable," he said. The kind of thing that was about the daughter, not the situation.
"I know," I said. "I started late. I'm making up for the time."
Something shifted in his face — the grief and the pride in the same territory. The expression of a man watching his daughter be exactly who she'd always been supposed to be, and knowing how much of the becoming he had not been there to witness.
He stood. "I'll be at the hotel. Send me the draft when Cressida has it."
He paused at the door.
"Cressida," he said. "The governing framework Vera Ashford mentioned. The alliance structure documentation
