Subject: Your Time Runs Out

Dearest Jane,

I hope this message finds you well. I trust you've been enjoying your comfortable life in Ad Astra Arcology, far from the troubles of the past. But as they say, what goes up must come down.

You remember our little arrangement, don't you? The one where you keep quiet about certain... indiscretions, and I ensure those memories stay buried. It's been quite some time now, hasn't it? Long enough for you to think that maybe, just maybe, I'd forgotten all about them.

But alas, here we are. Forty-eight hours remain until our agreement expires. If by then you haven't transferred the funds as discussed, well... let's just say everyone will get a front-row seat to your sordid past.

I've attached a little reminder of what's at stake – a copy of the evidence that could ruin not only your career but also any semblance of normalcy in your life. Take a good look, Jane. This is what awaits you if you defy me.

Tick-tock, my dear. The clock is ticking.