Mignon's POV
A new day began.
Thanks to the paid leave Dawson had personally signed off on yesterday, I had been able to rest properly. That morning I changed into a well-cut dark suit, applied light makeup designed to hide my pale complexion, and was the first to arrive at the president's office.
As the start of the workday drew near, my coworkers stepped out of the elevator one after another.
"Morning, Mignon! Are you feeling better?"
"You looked so terrible in the cafeteria yesterday, when Mr. Vance sent you off to the hospital, you really gave us a scare."
"Exactly. Why didn't you take another day off?"
I lifted a flawless professional smile and answered each of them in turn. "Thanks for asking. It was just low blood sugar. A day of rest, and I'm completely fine."
I went on org
