The mirrored windows in the central hospitality suite are suddenly backlit, allowing a glimpse into this mysterious and luxurious realm... The bald head of the Network Chair Himself can be seen at the console. A gesture, and his amplified voice booms through the hall, drowning strong chants of "Yes, yes, Pain Slut!" and the like:

"You, sir, have just become my new VP of Talent & Programming - come up here and my aides will assemble a contract. Also, consider this announcement the kickoff campaign for a new show coming up next on this very channel:

"I'm an Executive, What Am I Doing in This Wood Chipper, EAAGHHHAAARRRGGGHHHH!"

Security, please remove my former Marketing team to the Undressing Room to err, 'get them into character.' Oh, and have them bound in nylon straps -- chains might nick the chipper blades. No sense being careless with Network property, after all...

Ms. Pan Teer, either way, you win -- I am prepared to meet your terms if you escape, or pay you the same salary over a one-year period while you heheh, 'co-star' on Creative Torturers... Do we have a deal?"