Chapter 141
Chapter 141:
“We have something they don’t,” Alexander replied through the comm system. “We know they’re coming.”
Hannah gestured toward another screen showing complex data flows. “I’ve implemented what I call ‘honeypot errors’—deliberate minor issues in the system that appear to be part of the normal startup process.
“If anyone’s monitoring our systems remotely, they’ll see exactly what they expect to see: a grid with hidden flaws preparing to fail catastrophically.”
“And the backup power systems?” Victoria asked.
“Triple redundancy, just as you requested,” Hannah confirmed. “If anything goes wrong, we can shift to alternate circuits in milliseconds. No interruption, no explosions, no chaos.”
Camille felt a strange mixture of emotions as she watched the blue lights of her creation pulse with life. Pride in what they had built. Anger at those who sought to destroy it. And something else—a quiet satisfaction that went beyond revenge.
“I need a moment,” she murmured, stepping away from the group and walking to the large windows overlooking the city. Dawn was still hours away, but New York never truly slept. Lights twinkled in office buildings and apartments, people going about their lives unaware of the battle being waged in the shadows. Somewhere out there, Rose and Herod were waiting, watching, planning.
Camille’s reflection stared back at her from the glass—a woman transformed by pain and purpose, harder than she once was but perhaps stronger for it. She barely resembled Camille Lewis anymore, that trusting woman who had signed divorce papers with quiet dignity before walking into a trap.
“Penny for your thoughts?” Alexander’s voice startled her. He had arrived in person, his reflection appearing beside hers in the window.
“I was just thinking about who I’ve become,” she admitted.
“When Victoria found you, all you wanted was to make them pay. Now…”
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“Now you’re creating something that could change millions of lives,” he finished for her. “That’s the difference between you and Rose. She can only destroy what others build.”
Camille turned to face him. “Do you think she knows? That we’ve discovered the sabotage?”
Alexander shook his head. “If she knew, she’d be panicking, changing plans, making mistakes. Everything suggests they still believe their trap is set and waiting.”
“Two more days until the official launch,” Camille said quietly. “Everything we’ve worked for comes down to that moment.”
“Not everything,” Alexander countered, taking her hand. His touch was warm, grounding. “This project is extraordinary, but it’s not your whole story, Camille.”
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