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I was new to the writers’ room. Mostly, I’d been helping myself to the ubiquitous snacks that filled the otherwise unremarkable, whiteboard-lined office. Keeping my head down. Listening and learning what it meant to be a TV writer. But when somebody pitched that our main character — the president — should fire his FBI director, I saw an opportunity to prove my worth.
“Guys,” I started in, “No president these days would realistically fire his FBI director while under investigation.” Of course, the real often bends to the dramatic in my new business, but the room, deferring to my
expertise, agreed it was a nonstarter for our pretend president. We broke for what I had already gathered was the linchpin of the day...