Chapter 91

The private dining room at Per Se glowed with amber light, Manhattan’s skyline twinkling beyond floor-to-ceiling windows. Camille swirled her wine, watching the deep red liquid catch the light. The remnants of their nine-course meal and two bottles of Bordeaux scattered across the table.

“To resurrection,” Victoria said, raising her glass, platinum hair shimmering in the candlelight.

“To truth,” Alexander added from beside Camille.

“To unexpected allies,” Camille said, joining the toast with a delicate clink of crystal, thinking of her parents and Stefan defending her when she least expected it.

After days of crisis management, simply sitting and breathing felt like luxury.

“The board has officially reversed their position,” Victoria said. “The emergency meeting lasted ten minutes. Gordon couldn’t backpedal fast enough.”

Alexander smiled. “Amazing how quickly principles dissolve when stock prices recover.”

“They never had principles,” Victor