"Who can tell me what the dream of a television person is?"
On the rooftop terrace on the third floor of the BT Television headquarters, Tommy turned around, his back against the railing, taking a cup of coffee from Sophia as he warmly gazed at the four Caucasians within his field of vision and posed a question.
The four people looked at each other, some wanting to speak but hesitating, some shrugging their shoulders, but in the end, no one answered his question.
After waiting for several seconds with no one responding, Tommy laughed, "Congratulations to all of you for giving the correct answer. If any of you were just about to talk to me about some bullshit dreams, I would have had Sophia tell him how to process his resignation more quickly."
