The two men entered the office where Dawson's paperwork lay scattered in neat, purposeful piles.
Nolan stepped in behind him, the quiet shuffle of the assistant retreating back down the hall, leaving only the two of them in the room.
Without a word, Nolan set the two envelopes down on the desk.
The weight of them seemed heavier than the paper they were made of, the crests stamped on the front catching the light, unmistakable in their formality.
Dawson glanced at them once, halfway through pulling off his coat, and paused. He reached out slowly, his chair groaning faintly as he sank into it, his fingers brushing the thick card.
"What's this, then?" he asked, but Nolan didn't answer, and he didn't have to.
Dawson's eyes lingered on the crests etched on the envelopes a moment longer before a low chuckle escaped him.
"Now this is fun. Both want him, huh."
He leaned back in his chair, tapping the edge of one envelope against the desk before looking up at his assistant.
