“Are you getting this, Barry?”

“We’re getting it, we’re getting it. It’s exciting stuff.”

“Are we live?” There was a pause and Cynthea glared at the phone. “Barry?”

“It’s great stuff, Cynthea, but I don’t know… I’m having dinner with Congressman Murray tomorrow night from the FCC Oversight Committee to hash out the merger details-”

“Why, you cocksucking motherfucking backstabbing son of a bitch,” Cynthea snarled.

“Now, Cynthea, we can maybe get better airtime and a real special out of it later without getting in trouble with the FCC or violating the goddamned Patriot Act or God knows what else the lawyer is nodding his head at me about right now, all right?”

“Don’t let me down, Barry!” Cynthea threatened.