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He is your supporter, Lauren, and was influenced by your courage at such a young age. Benjamin Griffith Age-59 As you are aware, Mr. Griffith passed away a few days ago in a terrible car crash. But still, we got tabs on him. The guy wasn't loved by his colleagues. I didn't find a single person who could add positive words in his honor. He was a douchebag and had a history of harassing female employees. The cunning man had a way around the industries and never let a single complaint reach the ears of chiefs. He was promoted as the head of the finance department 12 years ago and since then never looked back. His bank accounts hold a lot of glitches and I found a serious issue with statistics u

Janet turned to Griffin with a forced smile before walking away. "Don't mind her," Karen said, waving it off. "Tell me about yourself. You look familiar—I feel like I've seen you somewhere before." "I work for Mr. Stefan Everest. I'm his proxy," Griffin replied simply. Karen’s eyes widened. "Oh my God, that’s right! And what’s that like?" Griffin leaned back. "Are you one of those people who hate him just because he's crippled and mute?" Karen quickly shook her head. "Of course not! I think it's amazing that you’ve stayed with him for so long. And it’s really brave of you to be looking for a company of your own."

The man stood still, not even turning around, and said, "Your name is Griffin Soare, and you work for Atlas Giordano in the Northern District. You're ruthless and have killed many innocent people. Am I right?" Griffin did not deny it. He scoffed and replied, "Since I started practicing martial arts, I've killed and maimed so many people, I've lost count. Good, bad, young, old—it's all the same. And you—you sound like you're here to avenge those dead souls. It's a noble thought, but let's see if you can back it up."

Grimacing, Trevor tossed the controller in his hands across the room after switching off the large TV on the wall. He rose from where he sat and stepped to the middle of the room. Tilting his head, he thought back to what was said by the reporter. Several more bodies had been found dead at the elite clubhouse and Trevor knew who they were even before the names were revealed. He wondered how long it had taken for them to get to see the now decomposing bodies of Tricia and Lauren.

I exclaimed wide-eyed. “I baby goat you not. Now tell meeeeeeeeeeeee…” She added a whine to her tone. I felt an uncontrollable grin stretching on my lips, and that didn’t go unnoticed by her because she jumped on top of me, then started shaking me by my shoulders violently as if all the words would just start piling out of me. “Jesus, Crystal. What the hell did Professor Griffith do to you?” “It's Griffin. Duncan Griffin.” I corrected looking her through my lashes, and oh my. How I wish I didn’t.

I was wearing my best black skinny jeans, a white, short-sleeved crop top and white sneakers so a pretty basic outfit. I turned around, seeing his silhouette walking through the darkness. I waited for him to move a little more into the light before saying anything, "Good morning." He looked surprised at first but he shook it off, "Good morning." he replied as he walked around the kitchen Island to the fridge.

*********** After a knockout from Anthony,Griffin no longer participated in drinking games,he seem to have changed back to the living hell of the legal and political world, only the means are more venomous, often making people shudder. Magda cried to her husband, "With Griffin’s reputation like this, I guess he's really going to be a bachelor for life.He’s become much more brutal with people!" Anthony grunted lightly. "What do you know! The little girls outside who want to sleep with Griffin are lined up from one end of Chicago to the other! It's just that your son has a good eye for Daphne.” Mrs. Reyes took another look at her son in the newspaper. Handsome and sexy.

He looked over at the other men, “Hans, get her some water.” “What are you doing Felix?” asked an older man, as the younger man ran off. “Griff, we don’t torture.” He looked at the man before turning back to me. “Who are you?” “You can’t believe anything she says, she’s a manipulator. She killed her own kind,” claimed Griff. Killed my own kind? I could never… I blacked out, I’m missing a lot of time, what if I did do something? I was messing around with a lot of spells. What if… I began breathing fast again.

He rolled his eyes at Johnny and said, "Yeah? Then what are you waiting for?" Johnny sighed, and Grandpa just rolled his eyes again. "I'm Markus Gravano, grandfather of this dickhead." "I'm Alessia," I said shyly. "I know exactly who you are, my child," he said, looking at his wife with a smile. "Come on, let's get something to eat, shall we?" Clarissa said, much to my relief.

I sat in my office, legs crossed, my eyes fixed on my phone. What was I so interested in? A picture of Griffy. Well, his full name was Griffin Antonio, but I loved calling him Griffy. It was a nickname I had personally given him, in my heart, anyway. I knew it was kinda lame, but no human being could read minds, so I wasn't too worried about it. Griffy was, like, the hottest man I had ever seen.