Dawson's Point Of View
I sat behind my desk, my fingers lazily tapping against the polished wooden surface.
The office was quiet.
The floor-to-ceiling windows behind me reflected the gloomy afternoon sky while papers remained neatly organized in front of me.
Then Levi stood across from my desk as always with perfect posture and composure.
He's been with me for five years.
Five years without making a significant mistake.
I leaned back in my chair and stared at him for a moment.
"You've done well these past five years," I muttered.
Levi looked surprised for half a second.
Then his expression returned to normal.
He lowered his head respectfully. "Thank you, sir."
I hummed quietly. "You've been a good assistant."
He nodded.
"And an even better chauffeur," I added.
Levi lowe
