Chapter 179

Rain tapped against the windows of Camille’s office as she reviewed quarterly reports. The sky had darkened early, turning afternoon to evening without her noticing. She rubbed her tired eyes, realizing she’d been staring at the same page for ten minutes.

Her assistant’s voice came through the intercom. “Ms. Kane? There’s someone here to see you. She doesn’t have an appointment.”

Camille frowned. “Who is it?”

“A Mrs. Pierce. She says it’s personal.”

Camille’s hand froze. Pierce. Alexander’s family name. But he rarely spoke of his parents, and when he did, his voice turned cold in a way that reminded her of Victoria at her most distant.

“Send her in,” Camille said, smoothing her skirt as she stood.

The woman who entered moved with quiet grace, her shoulders pulled back despite the obvious tension in her face. She was tall and slim, with silver-streaked dark hair pulled into a neat bun. Her clothes were expensive but understated. But it was her eyes