Dawson's POV
"He just thought I was being too strict about the proposal review. He was joking around."
She kept her eyes down, not quite meeting mine, and the words came out halting and vague. Her fingers were twisted into the hem of her jacket, trembling faintly, and they gave away everything her voice was trying to hide.
I looked away. A cold, quiet contempt moved through me.
I knew exactly what my brother was. Max had always been like this: restless, indiscriminate, cycling through she-wolves faster than he changed his shirts, never once taking anything seriously. Not long ago he had been performing heartbreak over the woman who left him, swearing up and down that she was the only one. All theater, apparently. This was only his first day in the building, and he had already set his s
