It was a dark, rainy afternoon in New York City. On speakerphone with the other executives in Los Angeles, a group of business-clads are studying charts. The New Yorkers are pouring coffee, preparing for a long night of decisions. The La exec's are doing the same and gesture wildly at a flat screen television that's on in the background of our scene. On the screen is a familiar face. It's Jack McCoy. But as we recognize him, we're back in New York. Arms still waving wildly around the table. Meanwhile in La: "We have to pick one!" One says pounding a fist on the table. "How can we decide?" The New York exec's respond, looking for the caffeine rush and taking long swings from their coffee mugs that have a familiar Peacock logo on the side.
Suddenly in La the arms have stopped waving and they are brought down to a low whisper.
Erin Burris

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