Ian took a deep breath, stubbed out his cigarette and shut the balcony door. He took a moment to gaze into the painting over his desk and tapped his chin with his finger. He finally sighed and walked out of his office into the din of outer office.
“Blake, can you get everyone together for an impromptu?”
“Not a problem.” Blake picked up the phone to start the phone tree. “Problem?”
Ian over grinned and nodded his head. His lapel beeped. Ian pulled out his blackberry and was pleased he hit the right button to read the message.
“Playing Rook. Love U Papa.”
Ian smiled and looked at Blake. “All Better.” He walked around the corner to discover a cluster of his team gathered once again around Sean’s laptop cackling like drunks.
“Caught ‘cha again!” Ian surprised them, the group looking up and starting to bolt. “Don’t move! This is the second time today I’ve caught you in the act. What are you looking at?”
“You won’t like it.” Sean admitted.
“Am I on You Tube again?”
“No.”
“Then show me.”
“Okay, but don’t touch my laptop. I just got it fixed.” Sean said. He started hitting a few buttons and whirled it around.
“What am I watching?”
“Well, there are these two guys that have a website.” Sean said.
“Just two?”
Sean gave him a dirty look. “It’s called ‘Better TV’.”
“Like Hulu?”
“They kind of take what’s on and well…” Daryn crossed her arms, “…poke fun at it.”
“A satire?”
Lee shook his head. “They take what they deem the worst of entertainment and well make it worse.”
“Oh.”
The laptop screen started up. “We just ran across this. It’s their most watched page.”
“What’s it called?”
Sean cleared his throat. “Sebastian Manure”.
Ian’s eyes popped as he stood there watching a ten minute clip. The staff did their best to keep guffaws to titters. When it ended Ian could only say, “That’s kinda mean.”
“We knew you wouldn’t like it.”
Blake came around the corner. “Okay, Boss Man, every one on their way to the floor.” He looked at Ian and then the computer. “What are you guys watching?”
“Sebastian Manure.” Some one admitted.
“Uh oh.” Blake said.
“Blake, cancel the impromptu.” Ian was grinning.
Blake nodded his head. “I’ll get my book and start making phone calls.”
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