Chapter 57
Camille’s point of view
The afternoon sun warmed my office, casting golden light across the polished mahogany of my desk. I twirled the small blue velvet box between my fingers, savoring the moment before opening it. Alexander’s security chief had delivered it personally twenty minutes ago, his professional demeanor never slipping as he handed over both the box and a sealed envelope.
“Mr. Pierce sends his regards, Ms. Kane,” was all he’d said before departing
Now, alone with this unexpected gift, I found myself hesitating. The diamond necklace still rested in my personal safe upstairs, Victoria had reluctantly agreed to delay its return after our PR team’s insistence that the publicity was benefiting Kane Industries. This new offering suggested Alexander had no intention of letting our connection fade quietly away.
I opened the envelope first, sliding a finger beneath the seat. The handwritten note inside showed confident strokes, Alexander hadn’t delegated this task to an assistant. strong,
*For the phoenix who rises higher with each flight. These reminded me of your eyes, seeing what others miss, reflecting depths others fear to explore. The necklace was for the world to witness. These are for you alone. Until our paths cross again.–A*
Heat crept up my neck as I read the words twice more. In fifteen months as Camille Kane, I’d received countless professional compliments, careful social flatteries, and calculated business overtures. None had affected me like these few sentences in Alexander’s handwriting.
Because none had seemed to see me. Not Victoria’s creation Not the polished heiress. But something beneath all the careful layers, something I sometimes feared had died along with Camille Lewis.
I opened the velvet box slowly. Inside, nestled on white silk lay a pair of sapphire earrings. Not ostentatious like the diamond necklace, but elegant in their understated beauty. The deep blue stones caught the afternoon light, seeming to glow from within. They perfectly matched the center stone of the necklace he’d placed around my throat at the museum.
These are for you alone.
My fingers touched one earring gently, feeling its weight. Unlike the necklace, which had clearly been chosen for both its dramatic public impact and its business implications, these seemed genuinely personal. Chosen with thought. With care.
Without fully deciding to, I moved to my private bathroom, removing my current earrings and replacing them with Alexander’s gift. The sapphires hung perfectly, their color bringing out something in my eyes I hadn’t noticed before. A depth. A spark.
“Ms. Kane?”
Rebecca’s voice through the intercom startled me from my reflection. I returned quickly to my desk, pressing the response button.
“Yes”
“The financial team has completed their analysis of Rodriguez Shipping’s vulnerabilities. They’re ready whenever you’d like to review the next phase.”
Business. Reality. The reason
for everything I’d become over the
past fifteen months.
“Send them in,” I replied, tucking Alexander’s note into my desk drawer.
Rebecca entered first, tablet in hand, followed by two members of our financial team. All three stopped short when they saw me, eyes going to the sapphire earrings I’d forgotten to remove in my haste.
New accessories, Ms Kane?” Rebecca asled, her professional tone not quite hiding her curiosity.
I touched one earring briefly, then lowered my hand. “Just trying something different. The report?”
Rebecca handed me her tablet, but not before I caught the flash of understanding in her eyes. The sapphires weren’t public knowledge yet, but Alexander’s press statement about the necklace had been released two hours ago. His carefully worded admiration for me had sent Kane Industries stock up another three points and had Victoria pacing her office for thirty straight minutes.
The addition of sapphire earrings would generate another round of speculation when eventually noticed, which Rebecca undoubtedly realized.
“As you can see on page one,” our chief financial analyst began, “Rodriguez Shipping’s last potential lifeline disappeared yesterday when Eastern Capital Partners declined their emergency funding request.”
I scrolled through the report, satisfaction warming my blood as I reviewed the numbers. Stefan’s company was now functionally insolvent. Their stock had dropped seventy percent in three weeks. Major clients were terminating contracts daily. Their board was meeting tomorrow to vote on his removal as CEO.
Their cash reserves?” I asked.
“Depleted,” the analyst replied. “They can’t make payroll next week without selling assets. The banks have frozen their credit lines pending financial review.”
“And the Rose Lewis situation?”
Rebecca took ov
cover, swiping to a different section of the report. “Her fashion line is effectively finished. All major retailers have canceled orders. Her manufacturing partners have terminated contracts. Most telling, her biggest financial backer pulled out this morning, citing ‘irreparable brand damage.”
I nodded, feeling the familiar mix of satisfaction and emptiness these reports always brought. Victory, yes. Justice for what they’d done to me. But the hollow feeling afterward grew stronger each time.
“So we’re ready for phase three,” I said, setting the tablet down.
Rebecca nodded. “The acquisition team is prepared to offer twenty cents on the dollar for Rodriguez Shipping’s Asian routes. Given their financial situation, they’ll have no choice but to accept whatever we offer.”
“And for Rose’s business?”
“Nothing worth salvaging” Rebecca’s assessment was clinical, detached. “The bránd is toxic now. Better to let it collapse completely than associate Kane Industries with it in any way.”
I stood, moving to the window to hide the conflict I feared might show on my face. Outside, spring had transformed the mansion’s gardens, new life emerging after winter’s dormancy. Much like I had emerged after my own destruction.
But into what?
“Ms. Kane?” Rebecca’s voice pulled me back. “Do we proceed with the Rodriguez acquisition offer?”
The question deserved more consideration than my automatic yes. Acquiring Stefan’s shipping routes made good business sense for Kane Industries. Victoria had outlined the strategic benefits months ago, planning for the moment his company would be vulnerable enough for hostile takeover.
But something in me hesitated now. Not from compassion for Stefan, he deserved every bit of the destruction raining down on him. The man who had handed me divorce papers on our anniversary, who had betrayed me with my own sister, deserved to lose everything he valued..
No, my hesitation came from a different source. A growing sense that revenge, however sweet, wasn’t filling the emptiness inside me the way I’d expected. That systematically destroying Rose and Stefan’s lives wasn’t healing the wounds they’d inflicted on mine.
Alexander’s words from his note floated back to me: The phoenix who rises higher with each flight.
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