Kira's POV
Camilla Marvin needed to be eliminated from this company, and I would be the one to orchestrate her destruction.
The idea had taken root in my mind like wildfire spreading through dry grass, consuming every rational thought until only one remained: revenge.
During those brief seconds when our eyes met across the ballroom, I had recognized something in that woman's gaze. Something cold and calculating that matched the fury burning in my own chest.
I had watched her approach Camilla with predatory precision. The way her mouth curved downward, how her fingers tightened around her champagne flute, the deliberate slowness of her steps. Everything about her body language screamed hostility.
