Griffin's POV
A knock echoed sharply on the heavy wooden door. I didn't even look up, my eyes glued to the papers strewn across my desk. Each one a piece of the puzzle I was so close to completing. But the knock persisted, and I could feel the interruption pulling me away from the focus I desperately needed.
"Sir, Mr. Sterling and his lawyer are requesting to see you," Noah's voice carried a seriousness that made me pause. He stood in the doorway, posture rigid, eyes shadowed with concern.
I frowned, furrowing my brow in confusion. Why is he back? "Let them in," I finally said, my voice tight, trying to mask the irritation bubbling up inside me. I leaned back in my chair, my fingers still gripping the pen I'd been using to jot down notes, the ink smudged from the pressure.
