...and jumps in with both feet

Maisie stared her blackmailer straight in the face.

"Fuck. You"

"Oh, Ms. Williams, I do encourage you to reconsid-"

"I said. Fuck. You. You, and your two-bit operation don't scare me. It's embarrassing. You're more than twice my age. You use words like website. You're out of your depth"

"Ms. Will-"

"Maisie. My name is fucking Maisie. Cut the Ms. Williams bullshit"

Morgan sighed heavily.

"Fine. Maisie. Perhaps you're unaware just how much leverage I have over yo-"

"You have ZERO leverage, asshole. I was worried for five seconds, until I met you, and saw how out of touch you were. It's 2021. A picture of me with a load on my face is liberating. I would get treated as the exploited, progressive, feminist. You get called out as the vile blackmailer. That's why everyone else is older, isn't it? They don't get the modern world. You CAN **** them because they don't know better. Well guess what. You leak this? I get jobs out of solidarity. You? You're finished. Celebrity Haven is finished, you're socially vilified, if not put in jail. You fuck with me? I can finish you, and come out ahead in the process"

Morgan cringed. He wasn't ready for this. Any of it.

"Perhaps, I was too hasty. I'm happy to destroy these photos and.."

"No". Maisie raised her hand in objection. She walked around the room and stared at all the celebrities on screen,

"You don't need another client. You need a partner. I can get you girls my age. Some of them will know...others won't. It doesn't matter. The point is, we'll turn it into a modern operation. On my terms"

Morgan arched his eyebrow.

"And those terms are?"

Maisie stared him down.

"First, I get all revenue from my channel and content. Oh, and we're calling it a channel now. Not a website. Get the fuck out of the 90s or wherever you learned this shit. Second, I get 50% of all revenues from the girls I bring to you. Third, any major decisions we make together. Fourth, you hike your subscription rates. You and I have different definitions of exorbitant"

Morgan shifted in his seat.

"I think...I think it's simply best we go out separate ways. We may not be the best part-"

Maisie cut him off.

"I don't think you understand. You agree to MY terms, or I finish you. I go tell Access Hollywood of your **** attempt. We're doing this. Or you're in jail"

Morgan swallowed a gulp of air.

"Fine. We're partners. Though I don't know what Ms. Turner will think about this"

Briefly, Maisie was caught off guard.

"Sophie, what about her?"

Morgan stood up, feeling more in control than he had since Maisie had first walked into the room.

"Well, she was with you, that night. I have pictures of her as well. Though, if you're willing to bargain a bit, maybe we let her off the hook"

Quickly, Maisie regained control.

"Leave Sophie to me"

"Well, it's not that simple, Mais-"

"I SAID. LEAVE HER. TO ME. If you go in guns blazing, with your ****, she'll react like I did. But she won't be cerebral. She won't see the opportunity. She'll jump right to finishing you. I've known her more than a decade. LEAVE HER TO ME. I'm seeing her tonight and can make a proper move"

Morgan stared her down, in awe. He never could have expected this.

"Fine. You have a deal. On all of it. But you better deliver."

"I'll deliver tonight. Hike those rates right now. You won't be sorry. As I said, I'm meeting Sophie tonight. We always enjoy hanging out"

"Meaning?"

"Meaning, Mr. Morgan. You give me the right audio/visual set-up, and your subscribers get to see Arya and Sansa eating out each others cunts, tonight"

Silence, hung over the room.

"No more comments? Or threats? Pull your fucking car up front, Morgan. And have it drive me home".