The secret behind Anya's wealth

Previously

…“Mr. Corbin, my name is Anya Petrova. I have a case that requires discretion and urgency. Are you available?” There was a pause. “I know who you are, Miss Petrova. I’ll be at your office tomorrow at nine.” She ended the call and stared at the photograph on her coffee table. The woman in the image seemed to look back at her, questioning, accusing. Anya’s breath caught. For the first time in a decade, she didn’t feel like a billionaire. She felt like a girl running from a winter that never ended. Tomorrow, she would begin to face it. But tonight, the phone buzzed again. A single word: Soon. Anya closed her eyes and let the darkness hold her.