George''s voice was filled with rage. "You will go to the police station right now and drop the charges. You''ll tell them the four million was a gift to show your gratitude, that it was all a misunderstanding."


    Yvonne''s lips curved into a chilling smile. "And if I don''t?" she asked, her tone deceptively sweet.


    George was prepared for this. He pulled a stack of files from his desk drawer and mmed them down in front of her.


    "If you don''t listen to me, you''ll listen to thepany. You are a signed artist with Nexus Media, and you will follow thepany''s arrangements. If you refuse, you''ll be liable for tens of millions in breach of contract fees, which you can''t afford to pay. Take a good look. These are the film roles I''ve selected for you. Pick one."


    Yvonne picked up the files and flipped through them.


    They were all scripts for pornographic films.


    Her own father was trying to force her to shoot adult films. He was willing to sacrifice his own daughter for his mistress. Yvonne didn''t know whether to praise his devotion or curse his depravity.


    When anger reaches its peak, all you can do isugh.


    "So, if I don''t drop the charges, you''ll force me to do porn," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Are you aware that threatening a victim and obstructing justice are criminal offenses? Do you want to join Megan in prison, George?" She held up her phone, the screen disying a recording in progress.


    George''s face turned livid. He mmed his hand on the desk. "Yvonne, you insolent girl! I am your father!"


    "My father? You''ve never treated me like a daughter," she shot back.


    He was speechless, able to do nothing but re at her.


    Yvonne calmly stopped the


    set


    recording. "You want me to drop the charges? It''s not impossible But!


    have a condition.


    "What condition?" he asked, his eyes wary, clearly expecting a demand for money.


    "I want to work in thepany''s finance department," she said, casually swinging her crossed leg.


    George was momentarily stunned. "What for?"


    "I''m curious. I want to see what it''s like."


    "Don''t be ridiculous! The finance department is not your yground."


    "Let me in, or Megan goes to prison. The choice is yours," Yvonne said with a shrug.


    After a moment''s thought, George relented. Fine. You can go to the finance department, but you are not to be involved in anypany decisions. If you want to learn you''ll start from the bottom, as an intern


    Yvonne knew nothing about finance; she couldn''t cause any real trouble. Besides the head of the department was his most trusted subordinate: He had nothing to worry about.


    Yvonne nodded. For now, they had an agreement.