Camille''s point of view


    There''s a particr satisfaction in watching something fall apart from a distance, in witnessing the precise moment when confidence shatters and


    reality crashes down Victoria had taught me that. "True power isn''t in the destruction itself," she''d told me once, "but in knowing you orchestrated it while they never saw youing." As I sat at the head of the under the weight of their impending ruin.


    I watched the numbers change on my tablet as Pacific Marline''s stock price plummeted. Each drop represented another piece of Stefan''s empire crumbling. Thepany''s board members sat across from me i "Yourpany lost forty percent of its value in thest hour," I said, my voice carrying through the silent room. In fifteen minutes, when the market fully reacts to the news about your ounting irregrities, tha Michael Chen, Pacific Maritime''s CEO, gripped his water ss so hard I thought it might shatter. "These usations are baseless."


    "Are they?" I slid a folder across the polished table. "Our audit team spent six monthsbing through your records. Every questionable contract, every hidden payment, every secret deal with Rodriguez Shipp it''s all there."


    The board members exchanged worried nces. They knew what this meant. Pacific Maritime controlled Stefan''s most important shipping routes. Without them, his entire operation would copse.


    "Kane Industries is offering to buy your remaining shares at thirty dors each," I continued.


    "Generous, considering they''ll be worth nothing by market close."


    "You can''t do this," Thomas Rodriguez, Stefan''s uncle and Pacific Maritime chairman, pushed back from the table. "Rodriguez Shipping will fight-


    "With what resources?" I cut him off. "The Rodriguezpany is already overextended. Three banks have quietly frozen there credit lines. And their uing wedding is draining what cash reserves remain.” My phone buzzed-


    a message from our source inside Rodriguez Shipping: Stefan just got the news. Complete meltdown in his office. Board calling emergency meeting.


    I allowed myself a small smile. Let him rage. Let him feel powerless. Let him understand exactly what it meant to watch everything slip through his fingers.


    "You have thirty minutes to ept our offer," I told the board. "After that, these findings go to the SEC and every major financial publication"


    "This is extortion," Chen protested weakly.


    "No, Mr. Chen. This is karma." I met his eyes steadily. "You chose to tie yourpany''s future to Rodriguez Shipping Now


    you pay the price for that choice."


    My phone lit up with updates from our trading desk. Pacific Maritime''s stock In free fall. Investors dumping shares in panic. The trap I''d spent months setting had snapped shut perfectly. Thepany''s chief counsel spoke up. "We need time to review."


    "Twenty-eight minutes now," I interrupted. "Tick tock."


    In my earpiece, Victoria''s voice: "Well done. They''re


    crumbling exactly as predicted."


    I kept my expression neutral as the board members whispered urgently among themselves. Six months of nning had led to this moment. Every detail mapped out, every weakness exposed, every escape route blocked.


    My tablet chimed again, Rodriguez Shipping''s stock starting to drop as news spread about Pacific Maritime''s troubles. The first domino falling exactly as nned.


    "This will destroy him," Thomas Rodriguez said quietly. "My nephew... his whole future depends on these shipping routes."


    "Perhaps he should have thought about his future before making certain choices," I replied, letting ice coat my words. "Actions have consequences, Mr. Rodriguez. Even for those who think themselves untouch Twenty minutester, they signed the papers. Kane Industries now owned controlling interest in Pacific Maritime. Stefan''s most crucial supply chain partner had fallen into enemy hands.


    In my private bathroom afterward, I finally allowed my hands to shake. Not from fear or doubt, but from the pure rush of power. I''d done it. Landed the first major blow in my campaign to systematically dismantle My phone buzzed with a text from an unknown number: *Impressive show. But what happens when winning doesn''t fill the void? -


    AP


    Alexander Pierce. Of course he''d been watching. He seemed to see everything these days.


    I ignored his message, focusing instead on the news alerts flooding my screen. Business publications already running stories about Pacific Maritime''s sudden takeover, Financial analysts specting about wha Victoria entered without knocking. "The board is pleased. Clean execution, minimal exposure, maximum damage.


    "Stefan''spany will lose forty percent of its shipping capacity overnight," I reported. "His stock is already down twelve percent."


    "And how do you feel?"


    I considered the question carefully. "Powerful. In control." paused. "Empty."


    "That passes," she said dismissively. "Focus on the next target. We move on Jensen Partners tomorrow-


    their infrastructure supports another thirty percent of his operations."


    But as she outlined the next phase of our n, I found myself wondering about Pierce''s question. What would happen when I''d taken everything? When Stefan''s empirey in ruins and Rose''s fashion dreams My reflection in the bathroom mirror showed nothing of these doubts. Just the polished exterior of Camille Kane, Victoria''s perfect heir, methodically destroying her enemies.


    I straightened my jacket and checked my lipstick. The afternoon would bring meetings with Pacific Maritime''s new management team. Orders to be given. Changes to be implemented. Each step carefully desig


    I gathered my papers and headed for the next meeting. There was more work to be done. More pieces to position. More


    of Stefan''s carefully built world to tear down.


    Tomorrow would bring new targets, new strategies, new vii


    And it was only the beginning.