BREAKING POINT
Griffin’s POV
The air in Griffin’s office seemed oppressive like it was crushing down on my chest with invisible hands. I stood in front of him, my pulse hammering in my ears, hoping for any indication of acknowledgment….some glimmer that he believed me. But Griffin’s face was a blank canvas of clashing emotions: fury, perplexity, anguish, and worst of all, mistrust.
“If you don’t believe me that’s fine,” I continued, my voice quivering despite my best attempts to sound firm, “then do what you want. Walk away. Shut me out. But I’m telling you, Marissa and Victor will ruin you if you don’t stop them.”
Griffin sat back against the desk, his arms crossed firmly over his chest. His jaw clenched as he regarded me, his eyes darting with uncertainty. For a tiny moment, I thou
