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A soft, familiar knock sounded on Stefan's door. Griffin stepped in, holding some files.

"These are all you need, Mr. Stefan," he said while placing the files on the table.

"This one is for Miss Bianca, and this one is for Mr. Tristan."

Stefan flipped through Tristan's records, a slight smirk curling his lips.

"I knew that bastard wasn't capable of doing anything on his own," he mumbled.

Tristan was never supposed to be his business in ...