Chapter 86

Rose lifted her champagne flute, the bubbles catching the afternoon sunlight that streamed through the penthouse windows. Across the table, Herod mirrored her movement, his eyes glinting with satisfaction. On the television behind them, muted news channels cycled through images of Camille’s face alongside headlines questioning her mental state. The stock ticker at the bottom showed Kane Industries down fifteen percent and falling.

“To bringing down giants,” Herod said.

They clinked glasses. Rose savored the expensive champagne, allowing herself this moment of triumph.

“I must admit,” Herod said, settling back in his chair, “your media contacts exceeded my expectations. The coverage is... spectacular.”

Rose smiled, running her finger along the rim of her glass. “Money talks. But so do old favors.” She nodded toward the television where her tearful interview was replaying. “Eliza Jenkins has hated Victoria Kane for a decade. Ever since Victoria blocked her husb