Chapter 303
Chapter 303:
The blast came from the kitchen area, not the main ballroom, but the force alone was enough to shatter the orderly evacuation into panic. People screamed, pushed, and ran for the exits. The elderly woman in Camille’s arms stumbled and nearly fell.
“I’ve got you,” Camille promised, tightening her grip. “We’re almost there.”
Thick smoke began pouring from the service corridors, filling the ballroom with a choking gray cloud. Through it, Camille could make out security personnel directing guests toward exits, their flashlights cutting through the haze.
“This way!” she called to a group of confused guests who had frozen in place. “Follow the security lights!”
A second explosion rocked the building, stronger than the first. Plaster rained down from the ceiling. A woman nearby screamed as debris struck her shoulder.
Camille handed the elderly woman to a security guard. “Get her out,” she ordered, then turned back into the smoke-filled room. More people needed help. More lives she could save.
Victoria Kane sat rigid in the back of her armored car, her eyes fixed on the hotel’s main entrance. Security personnel surrounded the vehicle, blocking her from exiting despite her repeated demands.
“Let me out!” she ordered for the third time. “Camille is still in there!”
The head of her security team, a former military man named Curtis, stood firm. “Ms. Kane, I have direct orders from Mr. Pierce. You are to remain in the vehicle.”
“To hell with Pierce’s orders!” Victoria’s voice rose with fury and fear. “That’s my daughter in there!”
The words silenced everyone in the car. Victoria had never publicly referred to Camille as her daughter before.
Before Curtis could respond, a thunderous boom echoed across the plaza. Victoria watched in horror as windows along the hotel’s west side shattered, spraying glass onto the screaming crowds below.
“Get this car moving!” she shouted at the driver. “Now!”
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But Curtis placed a hand on the driver’s shoulder. “Hold position.”
Victoria’s fury turned icier. “You’re fired, Curtis. Effective immediately.”
“With respect, Ms. Kane,” Curtis replied calmly, “you can fire me tomorrow. Tonight, I’m keeping you alive.”
A second explosion, louder than the first, rocked the hotel. The force of it sent panicked guests stumbling down the grand entrance stairs. Smoke poured from doorways and broken windows.
Victoria pressed her hand against the window, her face a mask of anguish as she watched the destruction. Somewhere in that chaos was Camille.
“Please,” she whispered, the word unfamiliar on her lips. “Please be safe.”
Alexander Pierce had just reached Victoria’s car when the first explosion hit. The force of it nearly knocked him off his feet. He spun around, staring in horror at the hotel he had just exited.
Camille was still inside.
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