Chapter 37
Gideon
The phone rang, and before the second chime I was already smiling as I answered, looking at Elijah's name on the screen.
“Tell me,” I said, leaning back in my chair.
“It’s done,” Elijah replied. A deep satisfaction rolled through me. “Excellent. And the result?”
“All taken out. No witnesses.”
I let out a slow breath, my fingers tapping the armrest. “Good. Very good.”
I swiveled toward the massive window in my office, watching the city skyline bleed into the evening.
The files went live fifteen minutes ago.
Every news outlet was picking them up. They were released anonymously, but with a trail that pointed right back to Pack Lockwood.
That would make the murder scene all the more believable.
Anyone would understand that an alpha from Arkala island would want revenge, knowing that Celeste was behind the massacre of his family.
Although they had been in a courtship this whole time, I wasn’t worried that the motives would look real.
If anyone probed too hard, I’d simply tell them about how much fighting secretly went on during Celeste’s courtship with them.
I’d play the concerned uncle, always worried that Celeste was too unstable, and finally being proven right.
All I had to do now was wait for the board to call an emergency meeting regarding the files.
They were devastating to Harringday’s image.
They also had Celeste’s signature all over them.
I’d show up, point out that Celeste wasn’t answering her phone, and they would see her as a liability and a scandal.
I’d get handed the CEO reins immediately.
Once my position was secure, someone would inevitably find the fallout in Pack Valence’s guest house. By then, the tragedy would take over any surprise about my new position.
The nation will mourn, the board will close ranks around me, and Harringday will move to ‘restore stability.’
Elijah would inherit Manticore Tech, and then he would be easy enough to squash. Manticore Tech would soon be a relic, a failure and a non-issue. And I’d finally step into the position that should have been mine all along.
I hung up, settling deeper into my chair, finally able to relax. All that remained now was to wait for the outrage to bloom, the board to kneel, and the final, tragic chapter of Celeste Harringday’s story to come to a close.