“Have a good day, Roxane, you’ve been nothing but the bearer of good news.” I looked down at Sal, who winked. Great. “Oh and, that anonymous email you sent me? We traced it to your account, thebaddestdancerbitch@gmail.com, right? And I can tie it directly to you and your business through the IP you used, which matches your home. If you fuck with me and mine again, I will take this information and sue you for blackmailing and defamation. Do you understand?”
