Chapter 93

Rose stepped onto the balcony of Herod’s penthouse, a glass of champagne catching the golden light of sunset. Below, Manhattan sprawled in all its glittering glory, oblivious to the small victory celebration taking place sixty floors above.

“To successful beginnings,” Herod said, joining her with his own glass. The evening breeze ruffled his dark hair, softening his usually severe appearance.

“Six percent,” Rose replied, satisfaction warming her voice. “Six percent drop in a single day. Millions wiped from Kane Industries’ value.”

Their glasses clinked, crystal meeting crystal with a delicate ring. Rose sipped the expensive champagne, bubbles dancing on her tongue. The taste of revenge was even sweeter than the Dom Pérignon.

“You should have seen Victoria’s face during that press conference,” she said, leaning against the railing. “So controlled on the surface, but I know that look in her eyes. She’s rattled.”

Herod studied her, his expression curious.