He got a call

from Ansel, who sounded infuriated. Before Darius could say anything, Ansel

snarled, “Mr. Reid, it’s as you expected—none of them want to come with me! In

fact, they’re unbelievably contemptuous.”

Darius smiled.

“Check your inbox in two minutes, then forward my email to them.” After hanging

up, his fingers flew over the keyboard. A few seconds later, information on FT

TV’s board of directors appeared on his desktop.

He sighed, then

copied all the dirt he could find on them into a