Chapter 31

Camille’s POV

“Ms. Kane.” A deep voice interrupted my thoughts. “Andrew Hargrove, Meridian Investments. I’ve been hoping to speak with you about your approach to the TechVault integration.”

I turned to find a middle-aged executive with expensive dental work and even more expensive cufflinks. One of many who had dismissed me during my first attempt at the MicroLink negotiation, now eager to discuss strategy with Victoria Kane’s heir.

“Mr. Hargrove,” I replied, extending my hand. “I believe we met briefly at the Barrett negotiations last year.”

His expression flickered with confusion, then embarrassment as he failed to recall our previous encounter. “Did we? I apologize for not remembering.”

“No apology necessary,” I assured him, satisfaction warming my chest. “I was observing rather than participating at that point in my training.”

Training. As if I’d been Victoria’s protégée all along, not a broken woman she’d rescued and transformed for mu