Steven Washington had risen from nothing in the television world to be the most recognised, feared and reviled man in the business. When he pronounced, people listened, when he gave instructions, they were acted upon immediately. 'I am not the kingmaker,' he had said when he'd reached the height of his powers, 'I am the king.' He remained at the height of his powers, showing no signs of tailing off. Jacobson, thinking himself so full of panache when detached from Washington, was slightly less confident, more coolly acerbic. Morris lifted her eyebrow at every opportunity. Felt that she knew Jericho inside out, and that no one else had yet seen the awfulness of the real man. As if she alone could see through his celebrity to realise the true horror of the non-personality beneath. It's not an act! He really is this dull! Light was professional enough to not keep looking at Jericho, although he was filling her head. She was annoyed by it. She had a job to do. She loved someone else, she was consumed by someone else, but now she'd allowed Jericho to intrude.
