Rose lifted her champagne flute, the bubbles catching the afternoon sunlight that streamed through the penthouse windows. Across the table, Herod mirrored her movement, his eyes glinting with satisfaction. On the television behind them, muted news channels cycled through images of Camille's face alongside headlines questioning her mental state. The stock ticker at the bottom showed Kane Industries down fifteen percent and falling.

"To bringing down giants," Herod ...