Three months later.
"Miss Laurent, one picture please!"
"Camille Over here"
"How does it feel becoming the youngest female CEO in the country?"
The camera flashes exploded endlessly around her as she stepped out of the black Moretti limousine beneath the glowing lights of the Valmont Grand Hotel.
Camille barely flinched anymore.
That alone said everything about how much her life had changed.
Three months ago she'd been running through collapsing underground tunnels while blood and smoke filled the air.
Now
she stood at the center of the most powerful media storm in the country wearing a custom black silk gown worth more than most people's yearly salaries.
And somehow
she looked like she belonged there.
Confident. Elegant. Untouchable.
The crowd of reporters practically surged against the barricades trying to get closer as security held them back carefully.
Because Camille Laurent had become impossible to ignore.
Not just because of Helixor.
