Sam put his feet up on the desk and rubbed at his face. “Tell me again why, exactly, we hired this jerk?”
Dinesh flung the paper script up into the air. “Mike Coker is a legacy with a long-term contract. We can’t get rid of him until next season. The last time a show runner tried to kill him off, his psychotic fans mailed ten thousand pounds of blue feathers to the studio. They knew she was allergic and they mailed them to her anyway. They sent them to her home address. They sent them to her child’s day care. And the network fired her, because she ‘didn’t manage it appropriately.’”
Sam tamped down the rage inside of him. “That was before I took over. Was the guy we’ve got running the show now involved? Dobbins?”
“As a matter of fact, yes.” Dinesh raised an eyebrow. He looked like he wan
