"They are." He said, sliding a thin blue folder across the table. "I've finished drafting them. They'll be ready for service tomorrow, and I'll make sure the arrangements are in place."

"Good." I didn't need to think about it. "Have them delivered to Andrew's office tomorrow at noon."

Thomas made a note. "Is there a particular reason you want them delivered there?"

"I want him to receive them at work." I met his gaze. "He spent years making decisions about my life and my company without telling me. I'm done waiting for the right moment to confront him."

Thomas nodded. "I'll arrange it."

Once we'd finished discussing the remaining legal...