Anna's POV
My car tires crunched over the gravel driveway as we approached Samuel Griffin's newly acquired mansion in Skyview City. Several men in black suits patrolled the area, their watchful eyes professionally monitoring our arrival.
As we neared the entrance, a security guard stepped forward to block our path. "Ms. Shaw and party?" he asked, his tone clipped and formal. When I nodded, he spoke into his wrist microphone and then gestured for us to follow him along the side of the house.
Samuel Griffin was lounging by the pool on a chaise lounge, his lean body stretched out like a cat in the sun.
Despite our arrival, he didn't even bother opening his eyes, this deliberate display of indifference making my jaw clench.
"Mr. Griffin," I said, my voice carrying across the patio.
