Ford Wilson Cameron-griffin Novels & Stories

Robert Griffin installed cameras all over the house. One week later as planned by Mr. Robert Griffin, one of his boys faced the camera and was pouring a portion into the plate of food meant for Funmilayo. Mr. Robert Griffin called her attention to it and immediately the supposed house help was apprehended. During interrogation, he confessed that some men he never met before, paid him a huge sum of money to pour a portion into his madam's food. Mr. Robert Griffin handed him to his corrupt police friends who would pretend to be taking him to police custody but would let him go as soon as they left Funmilayo's presence.

Unless. "Alpha Grayson."

Curt says proudly, and my head turns to look at him. He looks like a cat who ate the canary. I shift my gaze back to the other two men, and their expressions ease my anxiety. They are both beaming. Colt looks like I am some kind of walking savior, and Mr. Wilson has a knowing smirk. "Nice to finally meet you, Shelby," Mr.Wilson says, and my eyebrows lift as I take his outstretched hand. He chuckles at my surprised expression. "Curt has mentioned you several times, not just today at church. Which I am sure you talked about the event earlier this morning, correct" Mr. Wilson asks cryptically before looking at Curt.

“That can't be, she was almost done with the paperworks.” Camila glanced at her watch, slowly. “Your time's up, Mr. Griffin.” “A second, Mrs. Winston.” Miles pleaded, his voice shaking so bad. “Can you check for Ms. Camila Edgar? She was angry with me at that time so she could have lied to get on my nerves.” Camila adjusted the glasses on her face for the second time. “Mr. Griffin, this is Winston's corporation. Do you think we give our shares to just anyone without proper background check up?