KANE'S POV
The strategy needed to be surgical now. Zane had made his move a sloppy, emotional, and public one. And that was exactly why it was going to cost him.
I sat at the edge of the dining table, tablet in front of me, sorting through media reports, engagement stats, and surveillance captures from the gala. Aria was on the couch, in her robe, legs folded under her like she hadn’t just been dragged through national humiliation 10 minutes ago. She was stronger than I gave her credit for.
Still, we couldn’t rely on resilience alone. I had to control the narrative now.
"We’re going to deepen the Callahan aesthetic..." I said, eyes still on the tablet.
"You'd need to look more permanent."
She glanced at me over her coffee, her expression skeptical. "Define 'deepen.' Are you dressing
