“I think we need a refresh.”
“How so?”
“I’m pretty sure the guy you appointed grew up with a black-and-white TV that had five channels, so what does he know about streaming?”
“Enough to have lasted this long on the job.” He clasps his hands together underneath his chin.
“He has been floundering and you know it. The numbers aren’t in our favor, and the slow decline dates back to a little after you left the position.”
“Then what do you think is best?” His lips curve upward.
“Ask the board to appoint someone else who actually knows what they’re doing.”
“Like you?”
A laugh explodes out of me. I expect Rowan to follow, but his face remains stone-cold.
“You’re serious?” My smile falls.
“Why not?”
“Because I’m grossly underqualified and equally uninterested in a position like that.” The thought of spending the rest of my days chained to a desk doesn’t spark any joy.
“I’m not suggesting you become a CEO.”
“Then what?”
“A director.”
I bite back my laugh this time.
His brows furrow. “I’m being serious. I heard that there are some issues with the current director in charge of content strategy and analysis.”
“And?”
“You could give it a try.”
I shake my head hard enough to make my neck hurt. “Hell no.”
“Why not?”
“First off, I have no experience.” I tick off a finger.
So much for being a risk-taker.
My teeth grind together as my grandpa’s old nickname for me pops into my head. This isn’t the time to take a risk.
Rowan readjusts his already-perfect tie. “Then start out as an associate.”
“I hate office jobs.”
“DreamStream is different.”
“Why? Because they have breakout rooms and beanbag chairs? Hard pass.”
“I’m talking more about the philosophy.”
I give him a blank stare.