Nikolai looked at the woman, exasperated. "I didn’t create her. She’s my dead wife’s posthumous clone. And she’s the property of my wife’s corporations, or, rather, her trust fund, which I manage as executor...No, what I mean to say is that she owns, or at least has a lienhold on, my dead wife’s semiautonomous corporate property, which becomes hers at the age of majority...Do you follow me?"