Chapter 37

Camille’s POV

I sat in my private office at Kane Industries, watching six screens track different aspects of my plan to destroy Rodriguez Shipping. Each monitor told part of the story, stock prices, trading volumes, news alerts, social media sentiment, competitor reactions, and internal communications we’d managed to intercept. One year of meticulous preparation leading to this pivotal moment. The leather of my executive chair creaked softly as I leaned forward, my reflection in the darkened glass showing a woman I sometimes barely recognized.

“Ready?” Victoria asked from the doorway, her tailored charcoal suit as impeccable as always. Her eyes gleamed with the predatory anticipation I’d come to recognize over our months working together.

“Everything’s in position.” I pulled up the final numbers, watching as our algorithms predicted the coming cascade. “Our traders are standing by in London, New York, and Singapore. The evidence of Rodriguez Shipping’s safet