“Explain it once more.”

Adrian’s voice was icy in the nearly empty café that night. Across from him, a young intern from the fashion company where Deviana worked fidgeted nervously, his head bowed.

“I–I was only paid, sir,” he stammered. “Someone contacted me from an unknown number. They said if I helped spread those photos to the internal forum, I’d get money in return.”

Adrian leaned forward, his eyes sharp. “Who was that person?”

The intern swallowed hard. “I don’t know her name. But… it was a woman’s voice. She told me if anything went wrong, I had to keep my mouth shut.”

Adrian’s fist clenched against the table, his...