Worried and enraged, Mr. Morgan snapped, "Don't threaten me with the photos anymore! It doesn't work anymore. It's out there now!"
Bitches. How dare you all threaten me?! Bithches!
She picked up a book on the desk and smashed onto the wall. "That little devil!" She barked. "I can give you lots of money. A lot." She persisted.
"I don't lack money." Mr. Morgan jumped in instantly. He hated being controlled and threatened.
Seeing that he wasn't taking the offer, she grew even more furious. "You don't lack money? Huh, alright, the world shall see all those photos!" You are either my assistant or my enemy. You don't want to help me, then fuck you.
Mr. Morgan trembled and sweated in fear. "Wait, wait. Calm down. We can talk about this. There must be something we can do."
She smiled triumphantly, "Now, we are talking. As long as you find a way to get rid of her, to make her suffer..."