Something beyond my marriage.
He looked toward Margaret.
“Tomorrow morning. Nine o’clock. Full board.”
Camden went pale.
“This gala was intended to precede the succession vote.”
“It still will.”
August looked at him.
“But there will be no succession vote tonight.”
Whispers filled the room.
For Camden, the setback was devastating.
He’d arranged the evening around his promotion.
Press announcements were ready.
Interviews were booked.
Sloane’s team had prepared a campaign around “the next generation of global leadership.”
With one remark, August stripped Camden of his anticipated crown.
Camden faced me.
I’d never seen a former lover’s expression turn hateful so swiftly.
“This was your plan.”
“No.”
“You set this up.”
“I didn’t know you were going to fire me.”
“Don’t lie to me.”
I lowered my voice.
“You really believe I arranged for my husband to publicly accuse me of misconduct just so I could reveal an investment you couldn’t be bothered to ask about?”
