Chapter 147
Chapter 147:
Victoria nodded, but the movement seemed to throw her off balance momentarily. She steadied herself against the table so quickly that Camille wondered if she had imagined it.
“Hannah’s team has implemented additional safeguards,” Victoria continued, her voice slightly thinner than usual. “Any attempt to interfere with the Grid’s operation will trigger immediate…”
She stopped mid-sentence, her hand going to her temple.
“Victoria?” Camille half-rose from her chair.
“As I was saying…” Victoria pushed on, her words more deliberate now. “Any attempt to interfere will trigger immediate… immediate…”
The pen slipped from her fingers, clattering against the polished table. Victoria stared at it with mild surprise, as if she couldn’t quite understand what had happened.
“I think perhaps I should…” she murmured, and then her legs simply gave way. Alexander moved with startling speed, catching Victoria before she hit the floor. Her body went limp in his arms, her head rolling back unnaturally.
“Victoria!”
Camille rushed around the table, dropping to her knees beside them. “Victoria, can you hear me?”
Victoria’s eyes fluttered open, unfocused and confused. “Something’s wrong,” she whispered, the admission seeming to cost her terribly.
Alexander already had his phone out, barking orders for medical assistance. Camille pressed her fingers to Victoria’s wrist, feeling the rapid, fluttering pulse. “Stay with us,” she urged, fighting to keep her voice steady. “Help is coming.”
Victoria’s hand found Camille’s, her grip surprisingly strong. “The Grid,” she managed. “Don’t let them…” Her eyes rolled back, and her body went rigid before beginning to seize.
“Turn her on her side!” Alexander commanded. “Keep her airways clear.”
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The next minutes blurred together. Security personnel burst into the room, followed by a medical team. They pushed Camille and Alexander back, surrounding Victoria with efficient professionalism.
Camille watched, frozen, as they stabilized Victoria and transferred her to a stretcher. The woman who had saved her, shaped her, made her invincible—suddenly human and fragile, her face half-covered by an oxygen mask.
“I’m going with her,” Camille said, already moving toward the door.
Alexander caught her arm. “The helicopter is ready on the roof. It’ll get her to the hospital faster than fighting through city traffic.”
Camille nodded mechanically, following the medical team as they rushed Victoria toward the private elevator. Her mind raced with contradictory thoughts, worry for Victoria warring with concerns about the Grid activation, scheduled in just three hours.
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