Griffin ask inside of one of his father's bars. He was enjoying a few rare minutes of freedom before the evenings activities started. He hated working for his father. He hated the things he was forced to do for his father. He was tired of it. He wanted to take over. He wanted to do things differently. He didn't have the power or the respect he needed to take over yet. Until the day he did he would have to do what his father ordered. With a frustrated sigh, Griffin ordered a scotch.