Chapter 41
Camille’s point of view.
The Metropolitan Finance Summit filled the grand ballroom of the Plaza Hotel, crystal chandeliers casting golden light over Manhattan’s elite. I moved through the crowd with practiced grace, my black Dior dress drawing appreciative glances. Every step, every gesture, every smile carefully calculated to project the image of Victoria Kane’s perfect heir.
Inside, though, my mind raced with numbers and plans. Rodriguez Shipping’s Asia division lay vulnerable after our last attack. Tonight’s event offered perfect hunting grounds, worried investors ready to jump ship, competitors eager to grab market share, reporters hungry for insider tips.
“Searching for your next victim, Ms. Kane?”
Alexander’s voice behind me sent an unexpected shiver down my spine. I hadn’t heard him approach, unusual for someone trained by Victoria to always track potential threats. But Alexander Pierce had a way of slipping past my defenses.
“Mr. Pierce.” I turned, finding him closer than expected. “I didn’t think finance summits were your preferred hunting ground.”
“They aren’t.” His gray eyes held that knowing look that always made me feel exposed. “But I heard interesting rumors about Rodriguez Shipping’s stock taking quite a tumble. Tragic.”
His tone suggested he knew exactly how tragic it wasn’t. I kept my expression neutral despite my racing heart.” The market can be unpredictable.”
“Can it?” He accepted two champagne glasses from a passing waiter, offering me one with elegant precision.” Nothing about you seems unpredictable, Ms. Kane. Every move…” his eyes met mine over the rim of his glass, perfectly calculated.”
The way he emphasized ‘perfectly‘ sent warning signals through my mind. How much did he really know? About my plans? About my true identity? About everything?
“You seem very interested in my movements, Mr. Pierce.”
“Alexander,” he corrected softly. “And yes, I find you… fascinating.”
Heat crept up my neck, and I silently cursed my body’s betrayal. This wasn’t part of Victoria’s careful programming. She hadn’t prepared me for the way Alexander Pierce could unsettle my walls with just a look, just a word.
“Why fascinating?” I sipped my champagne, using the moment to steady myself.
His eyes never left mine. “Because beneath all this…” he gestured to my designer dress, my perfect makeup, my polished manner, “there’s something real. Something true. Something that hasn’t forgotten how to feel.”
My hand tightened on the delicate champagne stem. “You presume a lot about someone you barely know.”
“Do I?” He stepped closer, his cologne teasing my senses. Tell me, when Rodriguez Shipping’s stock crashed today, did it satisfy the hunger inside you? Or did it just make you hungrier?”
fce slid through my veins even as heat pooled in my stomach. He knew. Somehow he knew everything. But instead of fear, I felt… relief? Finally someone who saw through the mask, who understood the fire burning beneath my skin.
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