The plane was waiting for her, and it was almost like having a commercial airliner all to herself. There was a company executive heading for New York onboard. He obviously knew who she was, but other than a curt hello, he said nothing more to her. And she made notes, and telephone calls, and worked on some music. Halfway to New York her lawyer called to tell her the ex-bodyguard wanted a million dollars to drop his lawsuit.

“Tell him I'll see him in court,” Tanya said coolly.

“Tanya, I don't think that's smart,” Bennett Pearson said calmly.

“I'm not going to pay people to blackmail me. He can't prove anything, he has no case. It's a complete fabrication.”

“It's his word against yours. You're a big star, and according to him, you went after him, you traumatized him, you fired him, you ruined his life because he wouldn't have sex with you…”

“It's all right, Bennett. You don't have to go through all of it. I know what he's claiming.”

“People could feel sorry for him. Juries are unpredictable these days. You have to think about that. What if they award him ten million dollars for his pain and suffering? How would you feel then?”

“Like I wanted to kill him.”

“Think about it. I think you should buy your way out. And a million is a nice clean number.”

“Do you know how hard I have to work for that? They don't just give that stuff away, you know.”

“You're going on tour next year. Take it out of that, and chalk it up to bad luck, like a fire in the house not covered by your insurance.”

“That's sick. This is nothing more than a holdup.”

“That's right, and it's been done before. To you, and to a lot of others.”

“It makes me sick to pay people like that.”