The Fallen Billionaire and the Quiet Secretary Who Reclaimed His Empire
Marcus looked smug, his hands tucked into his pockets as he gestured with a champagne flute.
“He’s here,” Alexander murmured, his jaw tightening.
“Do not look at them,” I said quietly. “Keep moving toward the west corridor.”
The private study was located behind the security doors near the historical archives.
I checked my watch.
Ten minutes left on the camera loop.
“I will draw Victoria away,” Alexander said.
“Are you sure?” I asked. “She will call security the moment she sees you.”
“She won’t,” he said. “Not in front of the press.”
“She has too much pride to make a scene here.”
He took a deep breath and stepped into the light of the main hall.
I watched him walk toward Victoria.
I slipped into the shadows of the corridor, moving quickly toward the study door.
The door to Victoria’s private study was solid mahogany.
It had an electronic deadbolt.
I pulled out my cloner and hooked it to the door’s sensor plate.
The red light on the panel pulsed slowly.
My heart hammered against my ribs as I waited for the bypass code to generate.