“What about the network ratings?” Danny asked Jordan. His usually smooth brow wrinkled in frustration as he pulled up the chair in front of him and motioned for her to sit. “What about them?” she asked him as she sat down the front of her tweed pencil skirt pulled awkwardly and rippled across her thighs. She tried to pull at the tight material unsuccessfully and finally conceded, crossing her legs to hide the indiscretion. “They’re low. Really low” Danny reminded her. Wasn't this her job, he wondered. When did he ever ask about the ratings or what the advertisers though. Maybe they really had been spending too much time together. “You’re not telling me something I don’t know” She quipped smirking all the while. “Tell me you have a plan” “Why do you think I have one?” She asked coyly. “…well there is about 250 thousand reasons that come to mind… but um… how about Rebecca. If the ratings sink any lower she might have to grow up in a cardboard box on the side of the-“ “Cut it” Jordan snipped curtly, “I have a plan… and for the record, I have money saved. Our daughter would never grow up in a cardboard box.” “Ok how?” Danny asked eagerly awaiting her plan. “Well I have a financial adviser and I’m diversified in U.S. and International equity funds with respectable yields…” “Not your investment portfolio, the plan for dealing with the ratings.” “Isn’t it usually me asking about what we’re going to do to improve ratings?” “Yes. But…” G-d she was difficult sometimes. What wasn’t she telling him he wondered. “You want to know. Are you sure?” Jordan supplemented. “This conversation is painful. Either tell me or don’t tell me. Stop teasing me.” He stared at her diamond engagement band they had gotten resized last week, she might be difficult sometimes, but he wouldn’t have it any other way. “We’re going to go for the new parents demographic. It’s young. It’s hip. It’s something almost all the viewers have, can or will be able to relate to…” “Babies?” Danny asked. “That’s your big idea.” “Well I can’t take all the credit” Jordan began as she looked over her shoulder at the white washed wooden crib in the corner of Danny’s office. “Rebecca helped.” “We talked about this Jord. She’s not going to be a corporate executive.” “No. What you’d have her produce a weekly variety show” Jordan retorted. “I’d rather her be happy.” Danny snapped back, “Whatever that means” “Imagine if she totally went off kilter and wanted to be a professor of literature or a biologist who shunned television.” Danny looked up at the adjacent wall complete with twelve small television monitors showing NBS news. “Somehow I don’t think this kid is going to revolt against television. It’s ingrained in her.” Jordan smiled. “I guess we should let her decide what she wants to be on her own.” She got up and leaned over the nearby crib. “Huh Rebecca. What do you think about that?”
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