Chapter 118

The Kane Industries executive suite had transformed into a war room. Phones rang without pause. Screens displayed financial tickers bleeding red. In the center of the chaos stood Camille, her face a mask of calm.

“They’re calling from everywhere,” Hannah said, covering her phone. “Forbes, CNN, MSNBC. They all want a statement about the photos.”

Camille stared at the largest screen showing the New York Spectator’s website with her and Alexander’s private moment splashed across it. Their embrace on his yacht, now public property.

“Who leaked these?” she asked, her voice controlled despite the violation she felt.

“We’re working on it,” said Michael Chen, head of security. “The metadata suggests they were taken three days ago on Mr. Pierce’s yacht.”

Camille’s fingers tightened around her coffee cup. Three days ago. The afternoon she had allowed herself a few hours of peace. The first time she had felt truly alive since Victoria’s collapse.

Her phone b