I made a call that threatens destruction for the target. |
She walked in as I was about to leave. I hate waiting. In this business, time is money and idle time is costly. She pulled out a chair across from me. “Sorry for being late. Thanks for squeezing me in.” She said with a heavy Middle Eastern accent. I ignored her apology and glanced at my watch; I had less than thirty minutes to my next delivery. I picked up my phone and swiped the screen, “Let's cut to the chase.” The woman's eyes darted around the room; she was clearly nervous. She need not be. We were the only ones in the cafe, just as I expected before the rush of the lunch hour crowd. “What's your decision?” I asked. “Dan must pay.” She declared. “What should I know about Dan?” I asked. This is a standard question and my clients usually provide the ammo I need. “He's married with kids.” I smiled. Married ones are the easiest, especially when there's much to lose. “Do you have the other info I asked for?” She nodded and clutched her bag. I extended my hand into which she placed a business card – Dan Stephens, Producer, Hollywood Pictures. I tapped his number in my phone and after a few rings, Dan answered. I swung into gear. “Dan Stephens, you don't know me, but I know your secret. I can destroy your career and happy marriage.” I paused for the tirade. They all react like this when threatened. “In 15 minutes I’ll email you a sample of the dirt I have on you. Then, I'll give you my demands.” I hung up before he could react. I smiled at my new client. Mrs. Ramdeen, you may deposit my balance into the account number I gave you. |