Blood Diamonds by Dan R. Fowler

Monique Chavez, an international traveler and socialite familiar with the upper echelon in the business world and the upper crust and their dealings, is surrounded by strangers she thought she knew, so-called friends in 'her' world. As the world's stage's curtain is lifted, she discovers none of them were her friends, none of them were the people they appeared to be. Hold on tight for a story that will have you on the edge of your seat but begging for more.
Her mission was simple on the surface: to secure a partnership between her company and the illustrious De Beers diamond conglomerate. But beneath the gloss of socialite banter and the sparkle of the diamonds she so effortlessly discussed, there was a gnawing disquiet in her soul. Monique had stumbled upon a secret so dark it could shake the very foundations of the high society she knew so well. The blood diamonds, those gleaming symbols of love and status, were being mined by innocent blood coursing through the veins of innocent children in the unforgiving African earth. The thought of it made her skin crawl, the reality a stark contrast to the shimmering facade she presented to the world.
The whispers grew louder, the evidence more damning, and her resolve stronger. She knew she had to act, to rip the masks from the faces of those who feigned ignorance. Yet, each step she took towards the truth was met with resistance. Her so-called friends began to withdraw, their smiles frosting over as they realized she had seen behind the curtain. They spoke in hushed tones, and exchanged knowing glances, and suddenly, she was no longer invited to their extravagant parties. Monique felt the chill of isolation creep in, but she didn't flinch. She had glimpsed the monsters in their true form, and she would not be silenced.
Her days were filled with secret meetings, encrypted emails, and the shadowy dance of double agents. The air grew thick with tension as she navigated the opaque waters of deceit. Monique's once glamorous lifestyle was now punctuated by the stark reality of her mission: to bring an end to the exploitation of children in the diamond mines. Her nights were spent poring over documents and maps, tracing the labyrinthine routes of the diamond trade that stretched from the war-torn African lands to the gleaming skyscrapers of New York and beyond. The weight of her newfound knowledge bore down on her, a burden heavier than the largest diamond she had ever seen.