Chapter 173
Chapter 173:
“I heard what happened,” he said. “Congratulations. The stock is up seven points since the meeting ended.”
“Herod miscalculated,” Camille replied. “He thought I wouldn’t be able to respond to technical challenges.”
“He underestimated you. A mistake I suspect he won’t make again.”
After they disconnected, Camille remained at the window. Today, she had protected Victoria’s company, defended her vision. It should have felt like a triumph.
Instead, she found herself wondering: when would she stop fighting Victoria’s battles and start defining her own? When would Camille Kane become more than Victoria Kane’s chosen weapon?
Rose stared at the laptop screen, a smile spreading across her face as she scrolled through the photographs. The yacht had been easy to find once Herod’s investigators had traced Alexander’s movements. Getting someone with a telephoto lens onto a nearby boat had been even easier.
“Perfect,” she whispered, zooming in on a particularly intimate photo of Camille and Alexander on the deck of his yacht. Her sister—who no longer deserved that title—was locked in an embrace with the billionaire, leaving nothing to the imagination.
The penthouse suite Herod had secured for her sparkled with morning light, illuminating dozens of photos and documents spread across the glass table. Three empty coffee cups testified to her sleepless night of preparation.
Her phone buzzed. It was Herod.
“Are you watching the financial news?” he asked without preamble.
“No,” Rose replied, still scrolling through the photos. “I’ve been busy with our little project.”
“Kane Industries’ stock jumped twelve points after yesterday’s meeting,” Herod said, frustration sharpening his voice. “Your sister completely dismantled my safety concerns. Made me look like a fool.”
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Rose switched her phone to speaker mode and set it down on the table. “She’s not my sister. And don’t worry about yesterday. By this afternoon, no one will be talking about the Phoenix Grid anymore.”
She selected nine photos, each more damning than the last: Camille and Alexander kissing, Camille in his arms at the railing, the two of them disappearing below deck, then emerging later with unmistakable signs of what they’d been doing.
“The photos are ready?” Herod asked.
“Better than we hoped.” Rose moved them to a separate folder. “The lighting is perfect. No question about who they are. No possibility of claiming they’re doctored.”
She heard Herod’s approving chuckle. “And the other material?”
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