"Give me a little something, and I won't tattle," Ivy Holden said, holding her hand out to David Aldrin.
"Oh, what am I supposed to do about this!" David Aldrin ran a hand through his buzz cut in frustration. He added, "You're the boss. What kind of 'something' could I possibly give you?"
"There's one thing you can definitely do for me."
"Name it," David Aldrin said with a chuckle.
"If you happen to film any embarrassing, unflattering, or hate-baiting shots of me, just secretly delete them," Ivy Holden said with a smile.
"Come on, listen to you. You're the publisher for this show. Deciding which shots to keep or cut is just a matter of saying the word."
"You think I can win against Director Zane?" Ivy Holden chuckled.
"That's true." David Aldrin recalled Liz Zane's overbearing style and gave a foolish grin.
"So, we have an agreement."
"Alright, you have my word," David Aldrin said, looking very agreeable.
