Dear Maven Black-Briar,
I doubt you will recall my face, which I suppose is just as well for my purposes. I write to you only to assuage some rather grievous errors in the assumptions you seem to be harboring.
First, your threats to those who 'cross you', idle as they are, are something of an affront. You see the name of my organization is not yours to throw out on your whim. And I feel I should inform you now that whatever arrangement you might have once had with my predecessor is no longer valid. Consider it 'Void' if you will.
And unless you honestly wish to meet, in some darkened alley where there will be no witnesses to even remark on your passing, I suggest you find some other group to sully with your association.
Or perhaps your rooms would be a preferred meeting locale? I assure you some place will present itself if you prove foolish enough to continue.
Secondly, I advise you to think very carefully about your position as Jarl. It is after all a chaotic time in Skyrim, a time of upheaval and unrest. What a shame it would be for something tragic to befall Riften's newly crowned Jarl simply because she began sticking her crooked nose where it was most unwelcomed. Would you not agree?
No longer tolerating you,
The Listener.
P.S. I have taken it upon myself to relieve you of that so called bodyguard you hired. Seeing as he was so easy to dispatch you may want to reevaluate your hiring practices in the future.