"You are going to federal prison."
Arthur spat the words with vicious venom. Two armed police officers dragged Marcus out of the leather broadcast chair. The heavy steel folding chair lay broken on the studio floor.
Marcus wore cold steel handcuffs. He did not look terrified. He looked directly at the massive digital analytics board glowing above the broadcast desk.
The red line on the graph was not dropping anymore. It was climbing at a vertical, violent trajectory.
"Look at the numbers, Arthur," Marcus said. His gravelly voice held a deep, satisfied rumble.
Arthur turned his head. The station manager stopped breathing.
KLAX Radio normally averaged two million listeners during the morning commute. The live counter currently displayed eighteen million active listeners. The ratings ha
