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,” Victoria replied. “Just fear. And fear is always temporary.”
Camille observed them, two business titans who had circled each other warily for years, their usual tension softened by their common goal of protecting her.
“I still can’t believe my parents did that,” Camille said. “After everything, they actually stood up for me.” Victoria studied her. “Have you decided whether to return your mother’s call?”
Camille shook her head. The voicemail remained unanswered.
“They took a significant risk,” Alexander noted. “Publicly admitting they failed you. Exposing Rose.”
“Why now, though?” Camille asked. “After years of choosing Rose, why stand with me when it might cost them everything?”
Victoria sipped thoughtfully. “People rarely change unless the cost of staying the same becomes unbearable.”
“Or unless they finally see the truth,” Alexander added, his eyes meeting Camille’s. “Sometimes we don’t recognize what matters until we nearly lose it.”
The weight of his gaze made Camille look away; suddenly conscious of the current between them, unspoken but growing stronger. She focused instead on the skyline.
“Either way,” she said finally, “it changes nothing about our plans. The Phoenix Grid launches in ten days. We move forward.”
Victoria smiled slightly, approval evident. “Spoken like a tree Kane.”
“The permits came through for the Brooklyn site,” Alexander said. “Construction crews begin tomorrow.”
“And the Chicago location?” Victoria asked.
“Ready for phase one. The mayor wants to be present for the groundbreaking.”
Camille felt excitement flutter beneath her ribs. The Phoenix Grid, her project, her vision, her chance to build something lasting, Clean, sustainable energy flowing through revitalized Infrastructure.
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“The testing results exceeded expectations,” she said proudly. “Efficiency ratings fifteen percent higher than projected. We’ll revolutionize urban power distribution.”
Alexander’s hand found hers under the table, a brief squeeze of understanding. He knew what this meant to her, not just business success, but personal transformation. For so long, her focus had been destruction. The Phoenix Grid represented something different Creation Legary.
“The board has authorized the full funding package,” Victoria said. “Eight billion for the initial three cities, with conditional approval for phase two.”
“And Pierce Industries remains committed to the partnership.” Alexander added, “Solar generation, offshore wind integration, and distribution protocols. ”
Camille felt gratitude toward them both, Victoria who had saved her and given her purpose, Alexander who had seen her potential.
“We’re really doing this,” she said softly.
“Did you doubt it?” Victoria raised an eyebrow.
tually win.”
“After this week? Maybe. For a moment there, it seemed like Rose might actually win.”
Alexander’s expression darkened. “She miscalculated. Attacking your mental stability without evidence was desperate.”
“And where is Rose now?” Camille asked. “She’s gone completely silent since the press conference.”
Victoria signaled for coffee. “My sources say she hasn’t left that building on Park Avenue. The one owned by that investment group.”
“Chris Holdings,” Alexander supplied. “A shell company, most likely.”
Camille frowned. “You think she’s hiding? That doesn’t sound like Rose. She never
retreare i
“Everyone retreats when they have no choice,” Victoria said with certainty. “She’s been exposed, humiliated. She’s regrouping”
planning something else,” Camille murmured.
Alexander squeezed her hand. “If she is, she’ll fail again. You have us
Snow!
The waiter arrived with coffee. When he departed, Victoria leaned forward, her expression serious. “Speaking of Stefan,” she began, eyeing Alexander. “That press conference was remarkably well–timed.”
Alexander met her gaze steadily. “One might think so.”
“Almost as if someone had coordinated it,” Victoria pressed “Someone with resources.”
Camille looked between them. “What are you saying?”
“I’m wondering if Alexander has been making moves without consulting us,” Victoria said coolly
Alexander didn’t flinch. “Would you have approved if I had consulted you?”
“That’s not the point *
“It’s precisely the point. Sometimes action must precede consensus.”
Camille felt the tension returning “You went to see Stelan that’s where you were when you called me.”
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