Then, they donated the art to this high-profile charity auction at massive, inflated values.

The charity, funded and controlled by Khloe’s family, would issue clean tax receipts back to Vanguard.

The dirty money was being washed clean through the art market.

And my PR firm was the one certifying the financial press releases and submitting the compliance forms.

If the federal authorities audited this event, my signature would be on the digital submission forms.

I was being set up to take the fall for a multi-million dollar money laundering operation.

My breath came in short, shallow gasps.

I inserted a small USB drive into the laptop and began copying the transfer logs.

The progress bar crept slowly across the screen.

Ten percent.

Twenty percent.

I looked over my shoulder, my heart pounding against my ribs.

The ballroom was still loud with the sound of laughter and clinking glasses.

The progress bar reached eighty percent.

“Checking the numbers again, Kate?”

I jumped, nearly knocking over my glass of water.

Khloe was standing at the entrance of the alcove.

She held a glass of champagne, a polite, frozen smile on her face.