Chapter 104
Chapter 104:
After Hannah left, Camille collapsed onto her office sofa. The weight of everything—the knowledge about Herod, the blueprint sabotage, the fact that someone inside Kane Industries had betrayed them—crushed down on her.
Alexander sat beside her, taking her hand. “We caught it in time. The Grid is safe now.”
“This time,” Camille said. “But Rose and Herod won’t stop. They’ll try something else.”
“Next time, we’ll be ready,” Alexander assured her. “They think their sabotage is still in place. That gives us an advantage.”
Camille wanted to believe him. But the nagging feeling that they were missing something crucial wouldn’t leave her.
“What if the blueprints are just one part of their plan?” she asked. “What if there’s something else we haven’t found yet?”
Alexander squeezed her hand. “Then we’ll find it. Together.”
As Camille gathered the scattered blueprints, a thought struck her. “These modifications are incredibly technical. But they also required intimate knowledge.”
“Of our security systems. That suggests two people, a technical expert and someone with inside knowledge of Kane Industries.”
“Walsh could be the technical expert,” Alexander suggested. “But who’s the insider?”
Camille stilled. “Someone high enough to access secure systems. Someone who’s been here long enough to know all our protocols.”
“You’re thinking of a specific person.”
Camille nodded slowly. “Damon Greene. Head of Special Projects. He worked with Victoria for fifteen years. He has access to everything, including biometric systems.”
“Why would he help Rose?”
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“I don’t know. But he always seemed to resent Victoria bringing me in. And he was traveling last month when the first modifications appeared. Supposedly at our Tokyo office, but…”
“I’ll have him checked out,” Alexander promised. “Discreetly.”
Camille nodded, though unease still prickled along her skin. “What if Rose and Herod have allies throughout Kane Industries?”
He rose, crossing to her. “Then we trust no one except each other and Victoria.” His face was set in determination, but his eyes held a softness reserved only for her.
“I won’t let them hurt you,” he said quietly.
Camille leaned forward, resting her forehead against his chest. She felt his arms encircle her, solid and secure. “Promise me something,” she whispered.
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