He got a call

from Ansel, who sounded infuriated. Before Darius could say anything, Ansel

snarled, “Mr. Reid, it’s as you expected—none of them want to come with me! In

fact, they’re unbelievably contemptuous.”

Darius smiled.

“Check your inbox in two minutes, then forward my email to them.” After hanging

up, his fingers flew over the keyboard. A few seconds later, information on FT

TV’s board of directors appeared on his desktop.

He sighed, then

copied all the dirt he could find on them into a word document before sending

it to Ansel.

Ansel forwarded

it to the board members without looking at it. Then, they turned to him with an

odd mixture of angry looks and sycophantic smiles. How could there be such

people in this world?

He felt weirded

out and didn’t really know how to respond, so he put his hands behind his back.

It was a good

thing he’d grown up in a challenging environment. He’d heard plenty about

people like this in the past, but this was his first time seeing them in

person