Mignon's POV
Everyone in that room had been certain that the CEO, known for his iron discipline and total absence of sentimentality, was about to come down on Max with full force.
I had thought so too. I looked up at Dawson instinctively.
He closed the folder in front of him, nodded once to the assembled managers, and said, "Meeting suspended. Everyone go to lunch. We resume at one thirty."
The moment Dawson left the room, it erupted.
"I can't believe it. All those tabloid stories about them not getting along were completely made up. He actually let the meeting go just because his brother said he was hungry!"
"Right? The brotherly bond is real, apparently!"
I sat in the middle of the noise, and the color drained slowly from my face. My fingertips had gone cold.
Such a close bond be
