Early the next morning, Mia's clinic was completely unrecognizable.
Law enforcement vehicles lit the street with flashing lights, every entrance to the building blocked off. Officials from four agencies — the Department of Health, the FDA, the IRS, and the Fire Department — showed up at once and launched a room-by-room sweep.
I stood across the street and watched as workers took down the massive "Mia's Medical Aesthetics" sign that had hung there for more than 2 years.
The lobby was packed.
Customers who'd booked appointments crowded the entrance, demanding refunds, while a swarm of influencers held up their phones and live-streamed the entire spectacle.
A young man with bleached-blond hair came sprinting toward me, nearly dropping to his knees.
"Claire! Claire, please! You've got to
