A dark haired man with a light bearded stubble glared angrily as he sat on a chair in the production room. A tall, lanky red haired man who was holding a file and had an earpiece attached to his ear, did everything to not look into the eyes of the very scary man.
"Tell me again," The dark haired man, known as Chris pinched his nose in frustration,"what you just said."
"Mister McLean, I just informed you that we haven't gotten enough applications and the ones we did get, you complained that most of them weren't good enough for the show." The red haired man, who was the Producer's assistant, named Charles said.
"Yes. Because most of them are boring! They won't give this show large ratings!" Chris exclaimed.
"I'm sorry but we don't have enough applications and the ones we do have are not even enough. So you will just have to pick those ones and maybe have some of the interns become contestants. We're already past our deadline." Charles explained.
"Absolutely not!" Chris rejected as he stood up in anger. "You guys are just going to have to put out more advertisements to get viewers more aware."
"And even if they were aware, they wouldn't join. I don't think you remember, but Mister McLean, Total Drama has not done a show in the last three years and the last show that did happen, in simple words, didn't really end out well."
"Because the last producers were idiots! They fired me and put that idiot as the host and he did a very bad job and ruined every thing." Chris exclaimed.
"Yes, I do admit they didn't make a good choice. But the Producer who later ended up buying this show from them, bought it to make it better and hired you back. And don't forget, the Producer is the real showrunner here." Charles said.
"And is the Producer here? No! Which makes me in charge and means that I make all the decisions here and I say 'no'!" Chris put his foot down.
"Matter of correction, Mister McLean, I am the Producer's assistant. I was left in charge when The Producer left for a business deal and I made the decision and that is final!" Charles said, his voice becoming higher.
But Chris wasn't done yet.
"I am the host of this show, meaning I rule this show the same way Zeus rules Olympus. My decisions matter here more than yours, so I say we postpone the deadline, make more advertisements to let more people know. Because who in this world wouldn't want to win a hundred million dollars?!" Chris threw his hands up in the air.
But Charles was already tired of arguing with the host.
"I don't care. I don't care, not at all. We're still going along with my decision and it will be better, not forget faster, if we just stop arguing this ridiculous argument."
Chris huffed in anger and decided it was time to bring out the big guns. He reached into the pocket of his jeans and pulled out his phone from the pocket of his jeans and immediately clicked the super sized folder named 'CHARLES' that was on his home screen, surrounded with other small sized folders that we're named differently. A video appeared and he pressed play and outstretched his hand.
"This conversation isn't done, Charles." He had his trademark venomous smirk on his face. Charles sighed and turned around, just as Chris expected this to do. "Mister McLean-" He stopped short and the files he was carrying fell down from his hand and his expression was of shock and the most important to Chris, fear.
"W-Where did you get that?" Charles asked, fearfully pointing his index finger to the phone which was playing the video he thought he had gotten rid off.
"I have my ways." Chris grinned. Charles didn't hesitate in believing him. "Now do you understand what I say when I say that I'm the showrunner?" Charles nodded, but Chris could hear the gulp he made. "A good Personal Assistant you are. The Producer made the right choice." Chris laughed as he switched off his phone and kept it back in his pocket. Charles, most of his fear gone cleared his throat before bending down to pick up the files laying scattered on the floor.
"Alright Mister McLean, you are the showrunner and I'm going to alert the marketing department to make more advertisements and showcase it worldwide as per your request." Charles stated, part of his pride and dignity gone. Chris grinned at him and left to the swivel chair that belonged to whoever was in charge. Charles glared at the man.
'I'm gonna get back at you, Mister McJerk' He thought. Chris noticed the man was still in the room and frowned.
"What are you still doing here?" He asked. "Go! Chop chop!" He made a snapping motion with his hands which infuriated Charles the more, but who left to the marketing department, knowing that he had lost the battle, but not the war.
Chris, sure that the annoying redhead had left, quickly pulled out his phone and dialed a number. He waited for a few seconds before the person picked up.
"Producer!" He grinned. "How's the business trip in Egypt?" He asked. The person on the other end spoke for less than a minute. "Good. I just wanted to tell you that I have a great idea for this season and it will blow the contestants and the viewers away... "