Sam was wearing his best suit. He always was.
Brian tapped his pen. "OK, Sam, what's your pitch today?"
"A ghost story. An unquiet shade haunts a movie studio."
"It's called Fade to Black. A scriptwriter interferes with a mob-funded movie. His murder is made to look like a suicide but his ghost writes a film exposing the killers."
"It's a little Hamlet."
"I'm sorry, Sam."
Brian rested his elbows on his desk, then his head in his hands. The same time, every day.
"I'm so sorry, Sam," He whispered to the empty room.
Author bio: John Xero wants you to know his work is never ghost written. He also feels you should know he likes bad puns. If you hadn't worked that out already.