Max's's POV
By the time Dawson got back from the hospital, the Planning Department managers were still locked in the conference room, tearing each other apart over next quarter's budget. I sat back and watched with grim satisfaction, curious to see how he'd handle it. He walked in, took the head of the table with his expression set to stone, and in five minutes had cut through all of it, redistributed the work, and ended the meeting.
Everyone stood as he walked out. I was right behind him.
"Where is she?" I caught up to him in the corridor and didn't bother with any preamble. "Where did you take Mignon?"
Dawson paused in the middle of undoing his jacket button and looked at me with flat, cold eyes.
"This is a place of work. You'll address me as Mr. Vance."
He walked around me, settle
