He sits in his office, puffing away on a massive cigar, trying to think up a strategy that will make Corinium sky-rocket in ratings. Declan and Cameron were amazing, but there had to be more. He would squeeze every last dollar out of television broadcasting if he could.

He exhaled a cloud of smoke while still deep in thought, then interrupted by a knock at his door.

“…fucksake…”

He pinches the cigar between his fingers and stands.