Victoria Kane sat propped against white hospital pillows, her silver hair swept back


    from her face in a neat chignon. Even in a hospital gown, connected to monitors that beeped rhythmically in the background, she maintained an air ofmand. The room, the hospital''s finest pr Herwyer, Frederick Winters, a man who had


    served the Kane family for thirty years, sat in an armchair beside the bed. His silver-


    rimmed sses caught the afternoon light as he arranged documents with practiced precision.


    "You''re certain about this?" he asked, his voice low and measured. "The board will have questions."


    Victoria''s mouth thinned. "The board''s questions


    are not my concern, Frederick. My decision is final."


    The door opened, and Camille entered, dressed in a tailored navy suit that Victoria recognized as one she had selected for her. Their eyes met, an understanding passing between them. Victoria g "Good, you''re here. We can begin."


    Camille nced at Frederick, then back to Victoria. "Begin what?"


    "Updating my will," Victoria answered matter-of-factly. "Please, sit."


    Camille lowered herself into the chair, her movements careful, as if the ground beneath her might suddenly give way. For the past two days, she had been splitting her time between


    the hospital and Kane Industries, maintaining the fiction that Victoria was simply working remotely while recovering from exhaustion. Only Alexander knew the truth, that Victoria was fighting for


    "Is this rea


    necessary right now?" Camille asked quietly. "The doctors said you should rest before tomorrow''s procedure."


    Victoria waved away her concern.


    "I don''t leave matters of importance to chance, Camille. You know that."


    Frederick cleared his throat. "Ms. Kane has asked me to prepare a new version of herst will and testament, along with updated instructions


    regarding the control of Kane Industries in the event of her... incapacitation."


    Camille''s fingers tightened on the armrests. "You''re going to be


    fine. The doctors said the procedure has an excellent sess rate."


    "Of course,"


    Victoria said, though something in her eyes suggested she was less certain


    than her words implied. "But prudence dictates preparation, regardless of probability."


    She turned to Frederick. "Proceed."


    Frederick adjusted his sses. "The primary change concerns the disposition of Ms. Kane''s personal estate and her controlling interest in Kane Industries. Previously, these assets were divided He nced at Victoria, who nodded for him to continue.


    "Under the new will, Ms.


    Kane names you, Camille Kane, as her sole heir and sessor. This includes all personal property, financial assets, real estate holdings, and her sixty percent controlling interest in Kane Industr Camille felt the air leave her lungs in a rush. She


    stared at Victoria, searching her face for some exnation. "Victoria, I..."


    "The decision is made," Victoria interrupted, her tone brooking no argument. She turned to Frederick. "Show her the documents."


    Frederick handed Camille a thick folder. She opened it with unsteady fingers, scanning pages dense with legal terminology. Numbers jumped out at her, figures with so many zeros they seemed u "This is... everything," she whispered.


    "Yes," Victoria confirmed simply.


    "But why? There must be others, board members who''ve been


    with you for decades, charitable foundations, rtives...."


    "No rtives," Victoria corrected. "Not since Sophia." A shadow crossed her face at the mention of her daughter. "As for the board, they serve at the pleasure of the controlling shareholder. And stipted in separate agreements."


    Victoria''s gaze held Camille''s, unwavering. "You are my heir, Camille. The daughter of my choice, if not my blood. I have watched you transform from a woman broken by


    betrayal into someone extraordinary. Someone worthy of everything I''ve built."


    Emotion closed Camille''s throat. She thought of the night Victoria had found her in that hotel parking garage, beaten and left for dead by Rose''s hired thugs. The moment Victoria had offered her


    something unexpected, a bond between her and Victoria that transcended mentor and student.


    "There are a few additional


    provisions," Frederick continued when Camille remained silent. "A personal letter to be delivered to you in the event of Ms. Kane''s death. Instructions for the continuation of the Phoenix Grid project. And specific directives regarding certain individuals Ms. Kane considers... adversaries."


    Victoria''s lips curved in a cold smile. "Insurance policies, you might say."


    Camille knew she meant Rose and Herod. Even facing surgery, Victoria was thinking ten moves ahead, nning counters to attacks that hadn''t yet materialized.


    "I don''t want to have this conversation," Camille said suddenly. "You''re going to survive the surgery. You''re going to recover. We can discuss session ns after you''re back at the office." Victoria reached out, taking


    Camille''s hand in a rare gesture of physical affection. Her skin felt cool and paper-


    thin, the blue veins visible beneath the surface.


    "Camille," she said softly. "Look at me."


    Camille raised her eyes reluctantly.


    "I have lived my life preparing for every possibility," Victoria continued. "It''s why I''ve survived this long in a world eager to see women like me fail. Tomorrow may go perfectly ording to n- I certainly intend it to-


    but I will not leave anything to chance. Not mypany. Not my legacy. And especially not your future."


    She squeezed Camille''s hand once before releasing it. "Now, shall


    we proceed with the signatures, Frederick?" Frederick nodded, extracting


    a silver pen from his breast pocket. "If you''ll initial here, Ms. Kane, and sign on the final page." Victoria took the pen, her hand steady as she marked the documents. The scratch of the nib agains only sound in the room besides the quiet beeping of the monitors.


    When she finished, she handed the


    pen to Camille. "Your signature is required as witness and acknowledging recipient." Camille hesitated, the pen heavy in her hand. Signing felt like admitting a possibility she refused to ept-that Victoria might not survive.


    "This changes nothing


    about tomorrow," Victoria said, reading her thoughts. "It simply ensures that no matter what happens, you will be protected. Kane Industries will be protected."


    Camille took a


    deep breath and signed her name. The letters seemed strange to her-


    Camille Kane-st unfamiliar


    after all this time. A name Victoria had given her, along with a new identity, a new purpose, a


    an empire.


    omewhat now, potentially,


    Frederick collected


    the documents, slipping them into his briefcase. "I''ll file these immediately. By this time tomorrow, everything will be legally.binding."


    Victoria nodded. "Thank you, Frederick. That will be all."


    Thewyer stood, buttoning his jacket. "If I may say so, Ms. Kane... it''s been an honor serving you these many years." Something passed between them- thirty years of history distilled into a single look. Then Frederick bowed slightly and left the room, the door closing softly behind him.


    Silence settled around them. Outside the window, the sun was beginning to set, painting the city skyline in shades of gold and amber. "You didn''t have to do this," Camille said finally.


    "Yes," Victoria countered. "I did."


    She shifted against the pillows, a flicker of difort crossing her features. "When


    Sophia died, I lost my future. Everything I had built suddenly felt hollow. What was the point of creating an empire if there was no one


    to inherit it?" She looked toward the window, her profile


    sharp against the fading light. "Then you came into


    my life. Not as a recement for Sophia-no one could ever be that-


    but as something unexpected. A second chance, perhaps."


    Camille had never heard Victoria speak so openly about her feelings. It frightened her more than the surgery, more than the cancer, more than the will. Victoria Kane did not share her inner thoug "When I took you in," Victoria continued, "it was partly for Sophia. You reminded me of her, your potential, your raw strength that others had tried to crush. I thought helping you would somehow She turned back to Camille, her eyes clear and direct. "But somewhere along the way, it became about you. Just you. The woman you were bing. The woman you are now."


    Camille felt tears threatening and fought them back. Victoria despised emotional disys.


    "I''m not ready to take your ce," she admitted.


    Victoria''s expression softened marginally. "No one ever feels ready for power, Camille. Those who think they are invariably prove themselves unworthy of it."


    She gestured to the bedside table. "Hand me that folder-the blue one."


    Camille passed it to her. Victoria opened it, removing several sheets of paper covered in her distinctive handwriting.


    "These are notes I''ve prepared for you. Things I want you to know, strategies I might not have time to teach you." She hesitated, uncharacteristically uncertain. "And some personal thoughts as v She held out the papers. Camille took them, careful not to let their hands touch, afraid that physical contact


    might break the fragile control she was maintaining.


    "Read them after I''m in surgery," Victoria instructed. "They might help you understand... certain decisions I''ve made." A nurse entered the room, carrying a tray of medication. "Time for your pre- op preparation, Ms. Kane." Victoria nodded. "Very well." She looked at Camille. "You should go. Get some rest. Tomorrow will be a long day." Camille stood, clutching the folder to her chest. She theplexity of her feelings, but words seemed inadequate.


    "I''ll be here when you wake up," she promised instead.


    Victoria''s mouth curved slightly. "I expect nothing less.


    At the door, Camille paused and looked


    back. Victoria was already speaking to the nurse, her manner


    brisk and businesslike, showing no trace of fear about the procedure that awaited her. The sight struck Camille with a sudden rity, this was the kind of strength she had been learning all thesepany, but the courage to face whatever came with unflinching resolve.


    Outside in the corridor, Camille leaned against the wall, the folder pressed against her heart like a shield. Throughout her transformation from Camille Lewis to


    Camille Kane, she had


    focused on bing powerful enough to destroy her enemies. She had never considered what it might mean to be powerful enough to carry Victoria''s legacy. Her phone buzzed. Alexander, texting to check on Victoria.


    *Surgery tomorrow morning. She''s ready. Just updated her will.*


    She hesitated, then added: *She named me her sole heir.*


    Alexander''s response came secondster: *Of course she did. There was never any doubt.*


    Camille stared at his words, wondering how something so monumental to her could seem so obvious to him.


    The elevator doors opened, and she stepped inside, still clutching Victoria''s folder. As the doors closed, she caught a final glimpse of Victoria''s room down the corridor, thest ce she had exp