Sunday, 12 July. Your fourth Sunday here.
Say it the way you already think it. Steward reflects back what it recognized, so you can see it understood before you trust it with anything. Nothing you say becomes a document.
Tonight, in your words
What tonight added
Context gathered for you
Everything you've built, in one place.
Assembled from what you've said across four Sundays. Values you stated are marked; the rest Steward estimated from public context for you to confirm or wave away. None of this is an accounting, and none of it leaves this device.
The shape of it
The breakdown
How the MehtaChem number was reached
How much of it could actually move
Where it's headed, as you've said it so far.
Your wishes, drawn out. Green is settled, red is where two of the children pull at the same thing, amber is what you've marked undecided. Undecided is a valid state here; nothing rushes you.
From what you built to who takes it forward
How it falls to each child, so far
Two things worth seeing early
Still open, and allowed to stay open
You're not the only one who's been through this.
Forty-one anonymized transitions of families like yours: manufacturing plus property, several heirs, one founder holding the whole picture. Business value indexed to 100 at handover and tracked six years on. Evidence to think with, not instructions.