Inside Ghislaine Maxwell’s dark web: greed, sex and daddy issues
I have just arrived at a dinner in a newly opened Soho restaurant with people I barely know. I see a long table rammed with the deafening confidence of entitled rich young things. “Hi, I’m Ghislaine,” she says, with an electric smile that wants you to like her. As a naive 25-year-old who had just started working in the City, I watched more than I spoke that night. Which was fine because Ghislaine barely drew breath.