Griffin's POV
Griffin leaned back in his chair, the dim light from the monitor casting sharp shadows across his face. His eyes, cold and calculating, never left the screen. The video feed played out before him—a silent film of tension, fear, and confusion. Alexander, Eleanor, and Marcus had just discovered the laptop. The way their expressions shifted from determination to shock as they saw the recordings made Griffin's lips curl into a thin, satisfied smile.
Everything is unfolding just as planned, he thought. Mira has them right where she wants them. They think they're one step ahead, but they're merely pieces on the board—pieces we control.
The door to his office creaked open, and Noah stepped in, his face a mask of unease. He hesitated for a moment, clearly unsure of how to break the silence.
