Simon sat in the dark room watching the rough cut of his documentary. He grunted with dissatisfaction. The light was not as good as he would have wanted it, the freaking penguins were just too far for him to catch some really good shots. Yet another documentary about penguins. He was starting to hate the beasts. He needed more, but the money always went where the audience was, and it seems people were obsessed with penguins. For sure those stupid cartoons his daughters watched were to blame. He knew first hand penguins were not that interesting.
His own face appeared on the screen. He lit up. If it weren’t for him these stupid documentaries would be unwatchable. He watched himself for a minute or two and then he heard the door creak open.
When he turned and saw the pretty French production assistant his mood got even better. He waved her in.