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The call ends.

I open the link she sent. And everything inside me goes cold.

KNIGHT FORTUNE BUILT ON BLOOD? BILLIONAIRE DYNASTY'S DISTURBING POLITICAL CONNECTIONS EXPOSED

“What the fuck?”

I scroll.

My stomach turns.

It’s an inflated article about Garrison Knight.

Photographs. Him with political figures. Foreign leaders. Trade relationships. Some questions about Knight business interests.

Every single thing I found yesterday.

Except this is twisted. Stripped of context. Presented as implication.

Questions have emerged about whether the Knight family's enormous fortune benefited from relationships with controversial regimes accused of persecuting their own citizens...

“No.”

I keep reading.

Sources suggest the family's political connections may have helped establish business interests that became the foundation of the modern Knight Global empire...

“No, no, no.”

That's not what the records show.

It's not even close.

Someone took the same trail I followed and turned coincidence into causation.

Association into guilt.

Questions into accusations.

Exactly the kind of bullshit journalism I despise.

My phone rings.

Mitchell.

Relief hits first.

Stupidly.

Instantly.

Then dread.

I answer.

“Mitchell—”

“What the fuck did you do?”