Chapter 118

Rose stared at the laptop screen, a smile

spreading across her face as she scrolled through the photographs. The yacht had been easy to find once Herod's investigators had traced

Alexander's movements. Getting someone with a telephoto lens onto a nearby boat had been even easier.

"Perfect," she whispered, zooming in on a

particularly intimate image of Camille and Alexander on the deck of his yacht. Her sister, not that she deserved

that title anymore, locked in an embrace with the billionaire, their kiss leaving nothing to the imagination.

The penthouse suite Herod had secured for her sparkled with morning light, illuminating dozens of photos and documents spread across the glass table. Three empty coffee cups testified to her sleepless night Her phone buzzed. Herod.

"Are you watching the financial news?" he asked without preamble.

"No," Rose replied, still scrolling through the photos. "I've been busy with our little project."

“Kane Industries stock jumped twelve points after yesterday's meeting," Herod said, frustration sharpening his voice. "Your sister completely dismantled my safety concerns. Made me look like a fool."

Rose switched to speaker phone and set it down. "She's not my sister. And don't worry about yesterday. By this afternoon, no one will be talking about the Phoenix Grid anymore."

She selected nine photos, each more damning than the last. Camille and Alexander kissing. Camille in his arms at the railing. The two of them disappearing below deck, then emerging later with unmistakable si "The photos are ready?" Herod asked.

"Better than we hoped." Rose moved them to a separate folder. "The lighting is perfect. No question about who they are. No possibility of claiming they're doctored."

She heard Herod's approving chuckle. "And the other material?"

Rose clicked to another folder containing documents, emails, and financial records, some

real, most fabricated by the expert Herod had hired.

"All prepared," she confirmed. "The story writes itself. Alexander Pierce, using Camille

Kane to gain control of Victoria's company through the bedroom rather than the boardroom."

"Which outlets are you sending them to?"

Rose picked up a handwritten list. "New York Spectator gets the exclusive on the photos. They'll reach the

widest audience fastest. The financial documents go to

the Wall Street Journal and

Bloomberg simultaneously, more credible sources for that angle."

She checked her watch. "The Spectator will run the photos online at noon. The financial pieces will hit the wire services an hour later, just as everyone is talking about the scandal."

voice carried grudging admiration. “I underestimated your media

these people for seven years," Rose

perception. It was my

warned. "Your

won't recover from this," Rose said, certainty hardening her voice. "Victoria Kane values control

with a business rival, letting emotions cloud her judgment, that strikes at the heart

may have accepted Camille

vulnerability. Not with Alexander Pierce

does that name

pleased to know something Herod didn't. "Victoria and Alexander have history. Years ago, Pierce Industries tried to acquire a shipping company Victoria wanted.

him as a threat Always

our purposes," Herod said

stretched,

Park. "How much

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shell companies, another fifteen percent would give me effective control," Herod replied. "The remaining shareholders are scattered, disorganized. They'll follow whoe

profitable divisions, shut down

"And Camille?"

destroyed.

as everything she'd built crumbled. The press that had praised her as Victoria's brilliant protégée would tear her apart as the foolish wom "What time is your

that café near Columbus Circle. He gets the exclusive photos, and I

not worried

spent my life learning how to change my appearance. Besides, the media has forgotten me already. Six months is an eternity in their

in a

framed

the shape of her face. The transformation was so complete that she'd walked

suggesting Alexander had been buying Kane Industries stock through email trail indicating he had pursued her with calculated

relationships to

investigation, but that didn't matter. By the time

early to secure the

the moment he entered, Malcolm Reed,

herself in its society pages. He scanned

hand slightly, and he

he asked, using the fake

gesturing to the chair across from

had information about

said,

business. Something that would 'shock New York

do." Rose removed the memory drive from her purse and placed it on the table. "These photos were taken three days ago on Mr. Pierce's private yacht." Reed picked up the drive, turning it in his

obtained

important," Rose replied smoothly. "What matters is their authenticity. They're completely unaltered. Your technical team can verify

you want in

never here, we never met, you found the drive in

was standard procedure for

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