It was nearly midnight when Nancy and Adrian arrived at the private intelligence agency downtown. A nameless black door in a back alley buzzed open at their arrival. Inside, they were met by a team Nancy had quietly been assembling for weeks—tech analysts, legal hawks, data specialists.
"You're sure you want to go scorched earth?" the lead analyst asked, eyes darting between the two of them.
Nancy didn't hesitate. "She crossed the line. She made it personal."
Adrian slid a folder across the table. "This is Camille's network. Shell companies, safehouses, data trails. We don't just fight her now. We dismantle her."
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The Plan
Nancy laid it out with brutal clarity:
Leak Camille's financial ties to corrupt overseas banks.
Expose her manipulation of media for insider stock shifts.
Reveal her role in blackmailing a former board member into resignation.
"All of it goes live in 48 hours," she said. "I want every move documented. If she thinks she can play dirty, she hasn't seen what it's like to be outclassed."
The room buzzed with energy. A silent war was about to go loud.
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Meanwhile – Camille's Hideout
Camille stared at her screens, watching as her influence began to decay in real-time.
Reports of data breaches. Suspicious financial trails. Anonymous posts tying her to international fraud cases.
"What's happening?" she shouted.
Marcus, pale, backed away. "She's turning the spotlight on you."
"You told me we had time!"
"She outmaneuvered us."
Camille's hand trembled. "Then we leave. We vanish."
But her phone buzzed.
A video feed. Of her. In her hideout.
A voiceover from Nancy: "This is a queen's game. And you're out of pieces."
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Back at Blackwood Tower
Nancy stood in the war room, arms crossed. Screens displayed the fallout: news anchors speculating on Camille's collapse, financial regulators preparing to investigate her companies.
"Anything from Camille?" Adrian asked.
"She's quiet," Nancy replied. "Which means she's cornered."
Adrian smiled, brushing a hand down her back. "You look like a woman who just won a war."
Nancy didn't smile back.
"This was never the war," she said. "This was just clearing the board."
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Hours Later – News Breaks
BREAKING: CAMILLE DE BRONTE UNDER INTERNATIONAL INVESTIGATION
CAMILLE'S MEDIA PARTNERS BACK OUT FOLLOWING FRAUD ALLEGATIONS
BLACKWOOD TRANSPARENCY INITIATIVE PRAISED FOR ETHICAL INNOVATION
Nancy turned off the television, silence filling the space. She finally let herself breathe.
Adrian brought her a glass of water. "You should sleep."
"I can't yet."
"Why?"
"Because she's still out there. And the kind of people who disappear don't stay gone forever."
Adrian sat beside her. "Then we wait. Together."
Nancy leaned her head on his shoulder.
"We started as enemies. Then strangers. Then partners. Maybe now... we're something more."
Adrian kissed the top of her head. "Now we're unbreakable."