THE DAILY GRIND


Maggie gags mid-gulp and spits out her drink.

"You wouldn't rat on me to Rachel and Carl, would you?"

That's more like it! That's just the sort of attitude you like to see.

She wipes the jave-spittle off her mouth with her sleeve. Brett comes over and refills her cup, eyeing Maggie's bosom enviously before slinking back to the bar with a resigned sigh.

Maggie is now staring at you with suspicion.

"Hmmph. Why should I believe you know anything incriminating about me at all?"

Sounds like Maggie needs some convincing. Why don't you threaten to reveal:

(1) Her treatment of the servants

(2) Her masquerading as what's-her-name

(3) Her artistic ability which she often thinks of turning into a profession