THE FINAL CONFRONTATION
The atmosphere was oppressively tense. Victor's workplace felt smaller than it actually was because of the stark shadows created by the sterile, frigid lighting against the walls. As I stood next to Griffin and watched the man who had tormented us for so long lean back against his desk with an angry sneer on his lips, my heart raced.
Victor continued to believe he was in charge. He still believed he could win.
But Griffin had other ideas.
For a brief while, he tightened his hold on my hand a silent promise, a silent guarantee. This time, he would not allow Victor to escape.
Griffin stated, "You've messed with my business and my life for the last time," in a firm and acerbic tone. "It ends now."
Victor chuckled briefly and shook his head as if Griffin had just
