Selling A Streaming Channel

A promising diplomatic aura visited the land where commonwealth was spread to each other due to vacationing individuals frolicking gleefully enjoying resort style pleasure. This festive atmosphere filtered into the Summit Fort, Hotel which had a respectable address on Dunbar Road the village’s only traffic light street. Inside the temporary residency Chatham, a young professional Monomoy girl from the north sipped away her presentation winnings in a cup provided by a local television station breeder wanting to experiment.

“This is truly my lucky Breeder’s Cup,” the islander who was raised in a seasonal area toasted after waving her distaff when giving birth to a streaming service dedicated to ending the mystery behind Tarnawa.

“Once again another act of Valiance took place today when you defended someone’s turf,” the Palm Beach investor with Irish eyes fixed on smiling mentioned about the spotlight project that was granted acceptance.

“Tarnawa is a winner I promise,” he paused, “All these places are magical and should be presented to the world.”

“Yes, we started something today,” Chatham announced, “we are a channel maker, and our shows will have great positive impact on Tarnawa’s future.”

Knowing that mass communication was the future their meeting earlier in the day was a classic move pitching a global campaign which would spur discussion about three Polish outposts.

Not realizing the power behind the idea Tarnawa Television it only took a few hours for a tidal wave of attention struck the quiet setting, and Chatham treaded water when constant phone calls flooded the day.

“This place may seem improbable,” Chatham explained a thousand times, “but our authentic classic productions will be winners.”

Before checking out from the cozy confines Chatham was trying to finish a help yourself entree when Mr. O'Doul glowing his trademark happy face approached the continental breakfast. “Front page, Chatham front page and you make us look like International geniuses.”

“Well, when you grow up in a seasonal place and something happens, we Cape Codders are prepared for anything.”

“That is why you are a Monomoy Girl, a winner in my rolodex network.”

“Thanks, Mr. O'Doul,” Chatham replied holding back a burp that just suddenly came up and needed tending too.