Reaching for the top of one of the document stacks, one of the oldest cultivators on the continent readied a bound folder that she'd been given. One with an option that the woman was sad even needed to be made available.
"Formal apologies have been issued for the disruption caused by the investigation. Your in-laws have been... gracious about the entire affair."
"Of course they have."
The Goltbred parents would be gracious openly because they were good people. Cultivators who believed in the system of governing bodies working as intended. They would accept it because they had faith that a form of justice had been served according to proper procedures… and because they'd now learned their lesson about who was and wasn't their friend or enemy.
'I do think she will still swing her fist if she ever catches him in her line of sight. But what happens privately there is… different than what the families as an organization must reflect.'
"There's something else."
