Jack's POV
The door to my office flew open with unusual urgency. Pax, my assistant, burst in without his typical measured composure.
"Mr. Simpson, we've located Mr. Griffin." His voice carried a tension that immediately captured my attention.
My heartbeat quickened despite my efforts to remain outwardly calm.
"Where is he?"
Pax hesitated, shifting his weight from one foot to the other—a nervous tell I'd rarely seen from him. That split-second pause triggered an immediate sense of foreboding.
"Mr. Griffin arrived in Skyview City and checked into Golden Ember Hotel, but he's just left the premises with..." He paused again, clearly uncomfortable with whatever he was about to reveal.
"With Ms. Shaw."
"Anna?" The name escaped my lips before I could contain it. A torrent of questions flooded my mind, none of them yielding comfortable answers. My voice rose involuntarily. "What the hell is she doing with him? Are you absolutely certain?"
