“Mr. Dresden. I don’t want to threaten you. But you must understand that I am well acquainted with a certain young lady of your company—and that I could see to it that things became very awkward between you.” “I see. But if I shared the story with you—” “Gave me an exclusive, Mr. Dresden.” “An exclusive,” I amended, “then you might see your way clear to avoiding causing problems for me?” “I’d even put in a good word with her,” Susan said, her voice cheerful, then dropping into a lower, smokier register. “Who knows. You might get lucky.”
This seems incredibly unethical.
