He didn’t need this crap. Griffin threw the newspaper across the room and barely suppressed a growl. Another parent group was crying foul over his video games. Parental rating existed for a reason. It wasn’t his fault kids didn’t follow the rules. They were well into production of Night Beasts and couldn’t afford the bad publicity now. This kind of press wouldn’t help with the foundation either. His phone rang and he hoped it was Indy. He’d gladly welcome her distraction.
Unfortunately, it wasn’t his day.
“Griffin, you better come to the school right away.” Mike sounded worried. He’d hired Mike for the sole purpose of working with the kids during the pilot program. Although Griffin tried to be there most days, sometimes his schedule wouldn’t permit it.
Mike would offer them consistency.
