Vincent Mercer was not a man to take humiliation lightly. Damien Sinclair and Celeste Laurent had cornered him publicly, stripping Mercer-Calloway of their leverage, embarrassing him in front of investors, the press, and the entire industry. His bruised ego wouldn’t heal with time. It needed blood. And Mercer had no intention of fighting fair. He didn’t need to.
“Activate the contingency,” Vincent growled into his phone, his tone like a viper poised to strike. “Use the girl. She’s the soft spot.”
“Yes, Mr. Mercer.”
Mercer smiled coldly. This was the art of war. You never attack the fortress head-on. You find the crack behind the walls.
Two days later, Celeste’s world jolted. The headlines hit like a wrecking ball.
EXCLUSIVE: Celeste Laurent’s Protégé Linked to Scandal—Mercer-Calloway
