บท 262: Ascend A Step

A few days later, sitting comfortably in his throne on top of the steel and glass skyscraper was Tristan Yang who busied himself with the erratic zigzag lines of green and red displayed in his monitor.

His eyes squinted. He focused on the lines, studying the market trend rating of a reality show that would soon face its demise, depending on his final say.

It had been slugging in the ratings department ever since the blow-up of social media influencer-type of contents.

As the heir to Yang Corporation, Tristan was used to serving death warrants on shows that didn't fare well with bringing in viewers who would then bring in advertisements that would pay for the entirety of its run in television.

He wanted to see more, or maybe, he was hoping to see a possible uptick in the trend of the show in the future. After all, the show looked promising, it just couldn't rouse the interest of the masses during its trial run.