Vincent was determined to take over the entire news network. He was sick and tired of being a weather presenter, watching others have the fame that should be his. A couple of murders down the line, which he’d never been caught for, and he was getting closer to being the star. Being worshipped.

Vincent runs his hands through his black and grey hair, looking vexed, as his blue and green mismatched eyes scan his scripts. Screw scripts, he was going to rule everything.

They were just going to have to trust him, with their entertainment.