Chapter 460
Chapter 460:
“I call it tragic timing,” Alexander replied. “Uncle Richard’s death was devastating for our family. But it has nothing to do with today’s technical problems.”
Victoria leaned back in her chair, studying his face with the intensity of a predator. “You know, I almost believe you. You’re very good at this. Very convincing.”
“I’m telling the truth.”
“Are you?” Victoria’s smile was sharp as a blade. “Because I’ve been reviewing our security logs. Guess whose access card was used to enter the building at 6:15 this morning? Thirty-two minutes before the system failure began?”
Alexander’s stomach dropped, but he kept his expression steady. “I came in early to prepare for the Pierce Enterprises board meeting. I do that every Tuesday.”
“But today isn’t Tuesday. Today is Thursday.”
The lie hung in the air between them like smoke. Alexander scrambled for an explanation, but Victoria continued before he could speak.
“I don’t have proof yet,” she said. “But I will. And when I do, you’ll discover exactly what happens to people who threaten my family.”
She stood, moving to the window that overlooked Manhattan. “In the meantime, I’m implementing new security protocols. Your access to Kane Industries systems will be… limited.”
Alexander rose from his chair, knowing the meeting was over. “I understand your concerns. But you’re wrong about me.”
“We’ll see.” Victoria didn’t turn from the window. “Give my love to Camille. Tell her the cancer treatments are going well, the doctors are very optimistic about my prognosis.”
The casual mention of her improving health hit Alexander like another blow. Victoria Kane wasn’t dying anymore. She was getting stronger, more dangerous. And now she suspected him.
“I’m glad you’re recovering,” he managed.
“So am I. It means I’ll have plenty of time to find out who tried to destroy my company. And to make them pay.”
Alexander left the office knowing that war had been declared. Victoria suspected him but couldn’t prove anything yet. She would be watching him now, investigating him, preparing for battle.
The game of cat and mouse had begun in earnest. And Alexander wasn’t sure which of them was the predator anymore.
Camille’s hands shook as she scrolled through her tablet, reading the headlines that had appeared overnight like a nightmare made real. The morning coffee in her cup had gone cold an hour ago, forgotten as crisis after crisis demanded her attention.
“SAFETY CONCERNS PLAGUE KANE INDUSTRIES’ PHOENIX GRID PROJECT”
“ANONYMOUS SOURCES REVEAL CORNER-CUTTING IN INFRASTRUCTURE”
“IS KANE INDUSTRIES HIDING DANGEROUS FLAWS IN THEIR EXPANSION PLANS?”
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