Chapter 291
Chapter 291:
“Thank you all for coming tonight. Your generosity will change countless lives.” She looked out at the audience, fixing a smile on her face. “The Phoenix Foundation was born from a simple truth: that from the ashes of our darkest moments, we can rise stronger.”
As she spoke, Camille felt a strange sensation. A prickling at the back of her neck. The feeling of being watched, not by the audience, but by someone else. Someone hidden.
She continued her speech, describing the foundation’s three major initiatives: a nationwide network of shelters for abuse survivors, legal support for those seeking to escape dangerous relationships, and education programs to help women rebuild their lives.
“Tonight, I’m proud to announce that the Phoenix Foundation’s first shelter will open next month right here in New York.” Applause interrupted her. “This facility will offer not just safety, but comprehensive support, from legal aid to job training to trauma counseling.”
As the audience applauded again, Camille’s gaze swept the room. The feeling of being watched had intensified. Her eyes caught on a server standing near the kitchen doors. Something about her posture seemed off. Too still. Too focused.
Camille faltered slightly, then recovered. “In addition, we are establishing a scholarship program for survivors seeking to continue their education…” She finished her speech to enthusiastic applause, but her mind was elsewhere.
As she returned to her seat, Camille leaned close to Alexander.
“The server by the kitchen door. Dark hair. Red lipstick. Check her.”
Alexander nodded subtly, touching his earpiece to relay the instruction. Victoria squeezed Camille’s hand under the table. “Beautifully done,” she whispered. “I’m proud of you.”
The words, so simple, made Camille’s eyes sting with unshed tears. How many more times would she hear Victoria say that? How many more moments like this did they have left?
The master of ceremonies returned to introduce Victoria. As she rose to approach the podium, Camille noticed how she gripped the table for support, how carefully she measured each step. But by the time Victoria reached the microphone, she stood tall and commanding, every inch the powerful woman the world knew.
“Twenty years ago,” Victoria began, her voice strong despite her weakened state, “Kane Industries was just a dream. Today, it stands as proof that with vision and determination, anything is possible.”
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As Victoria spoke about the company’s commitment to philanthropy, Camille watched Alexander receive a message through his earpiece. His expression remained neutral, but she saw his posture tighten. Something was wrong.
He slipped back to their table, bending to whisper in Camille’s ear.
“The server is gone. No one matching that description is on the approved staff list for tonight.”
Camille’s blood ran cold. “Find her.”
Alexander nodded, moving away to coordinate with his security team.
On stage, Victoria continued her speech, unaware of the potential threat. “The Phoenix Foundation represents the future of Kane Industries’ philanthropic efforts. Under Camille’s leadership, it will transform countless lives…”
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