James Whitfield stood in his Manhattan office, watching surveillance footage of Alexander talking to Camille, Stefan, Hannah, and Victoria at the event, he saw the look of remorse on Alexander's face. His hands gripped the edge of his desk so tightly his knuckles turned white as he watched Alexander talk to them, and betray everything they had built together.

"Twenty years," James whispered to the empty room. "Twenty years of planning, and this weak-minded fool throws ...