Chapter 87

The executive boardroom of Kane Industries fell silent as Victoria Kane entered, Camille following close behind. Ten pairs of eyes tracked their movement, calculating and wary. The morning sunlight streaming through the windows did nothing to warm the atmosphere.

Victoria took her place at the head of the table. Camille sat to her right, feeling the weight of scrutiny press down on her shoulders. She had dressed with particular care that morning—a structured navy suit, minimal jewelry, hair pulled back severely. The outfit of a serious businesswoman, not an unstable heiress.

James Whitley, the longest-serving board member, cleared his throat. “Thank you for meeting on such short notice. Given the extraordinary circumstances, we felt immediate discussion was necessary.”

Victoria’s face remained impassive. “The circumstances being?”

“Don’t play games, Victoria,” snapped Eleanor Price from across the table. The former federal judge had always maintained professi