No. I think threats will work.

Her threats seemed valid, so my only choice was to make a counter threat and hope she got scared enough to back off.

"I don't know what you think my company does, but the only thing we do other than make paper is get ****. If you say anything more about my company to anyone, at all, I will personally make the lives of you and everyone you care about a torturous hell. That's right, we'll **** you and **** you until you regret ever being born a woman." As she sat in her chair stunned at my brashness, I dashed forward and quickly pushed on her shoulders, causing her chair to fall backwards and her body to stumble to the side. Her skirt folded in a way that exposed her panties. I took my thin high heel and gently shoved it into the reporter's cunt. From the look on her face, I could tell even that little penetration was causing great pain. "This is just a sample, and the world of sexual **** is far deeper and far more painful than you can possibly imagine. Now, I expect you to leave and never comeback. And, above all else, keep your fucking mouth shut about my company. Bitch." I pressed into her vagina even harder, and she howled in pain. Fifteen minutes after I stormed out of the room, I heard her close the front door and drive off in her car.