The study wasn’t locked, but Kate had not been into it.

She scanned the room. There was a huge bookshelf covering a whole side of the wall from the floor to the ceiling, which gave the room a magnificent feeling.

As with other things in this house, nothing was special, a grand dark desk, a set of leather couches, and a half person height plant with profuse leaves.

Tristan pointed at the couch and said, “Sit.”

And then he took out a document and said, “Sign this.”

Kate was startled. “What is this?”

He didn’t say but motioned her to read it herself.

Kate opened it and read just a...