The creditor's conference room had no flowers. I noticed because I had spent the last year delivering arrangements to places exactly like it. Glass table. Gray carpet. Water nobody drank. People who called panic a "risk profile." My attorney sat on my right. Mikh

The alarm on my phone went off at 9:17 p.m. Not my house alarm. Moretti Blooms. I was in the library at the Orlov estate, halfway through tomorrow's supplier schedule. Mikhail was across the room on a call. The notification flashed red. REAR ENTRY — FORCED ACCESS. I st

Mikhail did not come to the hotel. He sent lawyers. That was smarter. At ten the next morning, my attorney walked into the private meeting room with a black folder thick enough to make me nervous.

"What is that?"

"Apparently, your husband has discovered paperwork."