Vincent POV
Anderson came storming into my office before sunrise, breathing fire as though the world owed him an apology.
“Your Majesty,” he began, his voice full of indignation, “I have never been treated with such disrespect in my career.”
I didn’t lift my eyes from the report I was signing. “I imagine that’s because most people don’t have the patience to endure your lectures.”
He blinked. “I beg your pardon?”
“You’re pardoned,” I said casually. “Now, what’s the problem?”
He straightened his posture, offended but eager to voice out his pain. “That woman you appointed—the one who calls herself Doctor Lean was insubordinate. She refused to remove her mask, ignored my authority, and mocked my experience.”
“Mocked?” I asked. “Or disagreed?”
“Both!” He slammed a hand against the desk.
