Neri signed the baths’ installation contract while a laundress argued about the price of soap.
The argument continued through the witnesses.
It was a good sign. No one was treating her signature as the event that would finally make the building exist.
The agreement paid her for the outside controls, the agreed short-trial bank layout and training for the people who would maintain it. The baths kept their drying space and water separation. A later permanent installation would require its own acceptance.
Belen signed for her fabrication work. Tor’s paid training and working hours had their own entries. The baths’ keeper signed last, paused and added a note about leaving the service aisle clear.
“You already have that,” Neri said.
“I want it twice.”
“Then you’ll have to obey it twice.”
