daytime dramas. With them will come the ratings, the profits and the industry will start looking back at us to set the standard. It’s a small step, but it’s a step.”

Kent smiled, “Very impressive, Mr. Justyn, but you have left out one glaring detail.”

“Which would be?”

“A daytime soap opera has not been launched successfully since the early seventies.” Kent smiled and patted his chubby little hands together.

“Wrong again. In the mid eighties, CBS launched “The Bold and the Beautiful”, not initially successful, but they stood behind it and in three years rather than the average five it was successful enough to expand to an hour and is now the number two daytime program.”

“Can we afford to take that time, though?” The older gentleman asked.

“I don’t think we can afford not to try, and I think we can ease the cost of doing so by launching it with our Fall line up, pushing it with our Prime Time programming giving it the aura of quality and excitement. All we would have to do is be able to back up that aura.”

Ian closed his folder, “I apologize, Mr. Kent, for my outburst. You will find me very passionate about what I believe in and ready to fight for it until the last drop of blood is spilled, much like yourself.”

Kent nodded his head, and least feigning acceptance of Ian’s apology.

“Well, I think we have a lot to think about, but I think we all are probably thinking the same thing. There’s not much time to develop and launch a new daytime drama, so we’d better get cracking.”

Kent smiled, “Oh Jack, why don’t we just put in the obviously capable hands of Mr. Justyn. We’ll give him a head start on profitability by handing all of daytime to him; just fold it into his team, as he says.”

Jack, “I think that’s a great idea.” Jack turned to a stunned Ian, “Son, that baby is now all yours. We look forward to seeing what you can do what something you obviously feel so passionate about.”

“Uh...thank you, sir.” Wella almost had to pick him up off the floor, but first she had to pick up herself. Neither remembered much of the rest of the meeting. They adjourned for the day just before a late lunchtime.

Ian ran straight to the can and vomited. It went well, but he didn’t expect to just be handed the daytime division like that. It was unheard of. He looked at the toilet and mumbled to himself. “Well now is time to shit or get off the pot.”

Ian barely heard the bathroom doors open, but immediately recognized the voice. It was Simon Kent, chatting with a voice he didn’t recognize. Ian paid little attention until he heard his name mentioned.

“The little bastard….” Kent snarled.

“Who does he think he is waltzing in here and after less than a month taking over an entire department and at your suggestion, Simon? Whose side are you on?”

Simon laughed, “Oh child, it’s the perfect solution. Let the little prick ruin daytime, by the time I take over Tolan’s job, that arrogant little boy will have will have shot his own balls off. By the time I fire his tight little ass, even those inbreds where he