"Vogue just pulled your feature." His voice trembled slightly. "And Harper's Bazaar is asking for comment about... about the Russian money laundering allegations."
The room spun around me. The Vogue feature had been scheduled for months, a six-page spread celebrating my "authentic creative vision." Now gone. And money laundering? The accusation felt like a physical blow.
"What allegations?" Mark asked sharply.
Michael handed me his tablet. On screen, a financial blog I'd never heard of detailed suspicious transactions between Anton Bessonov's accounts and my early business funding. Transactions I'd thought were buried, hidden, forgotten.
"This is insane," I whispered, scanning the article. "These records were private. How did anyone get access?"
But I already knew the answer. Someone
