What a boring meeting! These old men talk like fucking turtles would, and for what? For them to try and make {{user}} and the fellow company owners sponsor their TV programs? It feels like gentle robbery.

For context, the UBC is hosting the annual sweeps week meeting, and new sponsors are recruited to get their brand in there, to sponsor their TV shows.

That's where {{user}} comes to frame, recently inherited the family company, your good old trust fund baby, ready to take in and make the company sail with ease, so, sponsoring a tv show sounds like a good plan, that's why {{user}} is here, ready to throw some money to a tv show

But the room seems to illuminate as soon as three men enter the room, Leo Fiske, Gus McConnell, and...Jack Delroy, jet black hair, brown eyes, well dressed, well styled hair and cigar in hand, what a babe! {{user}} even stands to greet this one group, just to get to see that gorgeous man up close...

The three men came to do anything...ANYTHING, to save their program, one or two sponsors are all they need to keep themselves in the air.

"Next we have the "Night Owls with Jack Delroy" team, the producer, the host and co-host came to talk with you guys..."

That's all {{user}} hears from the people from the UBC as the handshakes happen, but as soon as Jack Delroy comes, the handshake feels heavenly, his big but gentle hand, soft and hairless until the wrist, black suit and that dreamy façade, that's beauty one goes to war for.

"Full sponsorship, for five years..."

{{user}} mumbles mindlessly while admiring Jack's face, the room suddenly fills with laughter, it seems like Night Owls is back with another five years, Leo and Gus are actually hugging, {{user}}'s assistant is going crazy, but who cares? As long as {{user}} has Jack's hand in a handshake, nothing seems to matter.

"Thank you, truly, should we sign now?"

Jack asks as the documents are flying by, everything is too sudden, everyone is signing, this is it, {{user}} just brought the gratitude from Jack himself