Brian Allen was a frightened man. Although he was alone in his car, he carried with him the Ghost of Disaster Yet-To-Come. After his confrontation with Jenny earlier, he decided it might be better for his health if he were a safe distance from the radio station when the fireworks exploded on Johnny and Jenny’s first shift together. As turbulent as his life was at home, it was still a lot safer for him than work, especially after he’d complied with his wife’s request to hire her brother. He hoped Denise would be in a much better mood than she had been when he’d come home from Jenny’s apartment.
“Women!” He said aloud to his imaginary Disaster Ghost. “The only way to make them happy is to give them everything they want. Which doesn’t leave a hell of a lot left over for the rest of us.”
As usual, Brian’s car radio was tuned to KKTM. At first he only half listened to the station expecting to hear Johnny anno
The private jet carrying the new owner of KKTM was about to land at LAX. Anthony Victor D’Amico put out his cigarette and fastened his seatbelt as the indicator lights signaled him to do.He placed the confining strap around his waist, and then gave it an extra tug to make up for the slack. At forty-three, he didn’t look a day older than thirty-five. Tony gave full credit to his Italian genes for his perpetual tan, even though he hardly spent any time in the sun. His thick black hair didn’t have a strand of gray, and thanks to his daily workout routine, his body was still as trim and firm as it had been in high school.Tony D’Amico was the type of man who knew he had the looks, but he also had the brains and knew how to best take advantage of those looks. He had spent his thirties teaching business economics for a local University where he met Beverly Stone who was working on her MBA.Tony and Beverly became good friends. He had asked her
“This is Jenny Reed, turning the microphone over to Marlene Burkowitz. Remember to listen tomorrow morning when Johnny King, the newest voice here at KKTM-98.1, turns on L.A. from six ‘til ten a.m.”Brian had added that last part to all the DJ’s signoff in order to promote Johnny’s arrival. It was one thing to have to be forced to share her show with him, Jenny thought, but to be forced to advertise the fact was cruel and unusual punishment.Jenny’s professionalism overcame her emotional disgust, as it usually did at times like these, and although she was choking on the words, it sounded as if she was delighted with the new addition to her show. She didn’t have a chance to find out more about the skeletons in the Allen closet, since Marvin had to deal with an electronic emergency during her shift, and Bill North had taken over the engineering duties.“You read that as if you really meant it,” Bill said into J
Brian followed Denise into the kitchen where she was tossing some cottage cheese onto a plate.“Denise, you can’t make a major decision like this by yourself. What about the staff? What about the format? How could you just up and sell KKTM out from under me?”“I could and I did. I’m amazed that you should care. I’ve seen the ratings. For the past six months you’ve let things slide. When Father gave you that DJ job, then let you take over as general manager, I thought you’d really do something wonderful with his station. Instead you’ve managed to turn it into a financial disaster.”“Now, Denise. You shouldn’t be worried about all that. You don’t understand the business end of things. I know KKTM has had some problems lately, but with your brother working there now, and the format changes I’m going to propose, things will improve. Just don’t take this away from me. Call that
Jenny was tired. She sat in Charlotte’s listening to Johnny ramble on about how excited he was to be working at KKTM, all the while checking her watch in a not too subtle way. Fortunately, Johnny was too busy listening to the sound of his own voice to notice. Kathy was going to owe her big for this one.If the radio audience could only hear him now, she thought, I wish this were on air so I could switch stations.“Of course radio is very different in Canada.”“Why did you work in Canada when your father had his own station right here?”“Dad was very well connected in the U.S. and had me blackballed at nearly all the major markets, so I headed up north. I worked at a small radio station in Barrie, moved around Quebec, took up skiing, and raised a little hell. I came back to the States for my sister’s wedding, then hung out till dad died. Since I was cut out of the will, Denise felt sorry for me and offered me the D
Jenny sat in her office conducting a silent inventory of her surroundings. Her radio license on the wall was proudly displayed next to a photograph of her accepting the Women In Communications Award for Excellence, two years ago. On the opposite wall hung the giant circular clock with that damn red hand ticking off what could very well be the last few seconds of her career at KKTM.On her desk were piles of paper. Fan mail in one, Arbitron ratings in the other. They were her only measure of success. The almighty numbers that were the constant divider between the best and the rest. No matter how many times she read her mail, it was those numbers that kept comparing her value with the hundreds of other disembodied voices in a profession that offered no guarantees and no security.Jenny looked around at her life contained within a windowless five by seven cubicle. There were no pictures of family. There was never enough time for the photographs or the relationships to dev
KKTM’s conference room was the largest enclosed area in the building. Brian had purposely installed floor-to-ceiling windows to give it an open and airy appearance. To those in attendance on this particular morning, it was a suffocating coffin. Jenny tried to look calm and confident. No one was speaking above a nervous whisper. From whatever pieces of conversation she could overhear, Jenny knew she wasn’t the only one who hadn’t the slightest clue as to what was about to happen when they were introduced to the man who would have the power to change the rest of their lives.As she looked around the room, Jenny figured she had it better than most of her colleagues. Lenny Cutler, the mid-day newsman who was known to borrow money from anyone immediately after payday in order to support a very expensive drug habit. He never used while working, or at least that’s what he told everyone. Brian figured as long as Lenny did his job well, what he did on his own t
It was nearly ten o’clock when Jenny finally arrived at her health club. She had told Denise to meet her, but was relieved to find that it was only her and the usual small group of late comers who found the after-hours fitness gym a place to go when they didn’t have a date on a Friday night. Jenny hated to exercise, but found lifting free weights and sweating to loud music was a good way to work off the frustrations and anxieties of the day.She had just started her warm-up routine when she spotted Denise coming through the door. Denise waved meekly at her and was immediately approached by a salesman. Most of the clubs operated the same way. Five seconds in the door and they put the contract under your nose even before you have a chance to try out the equipment. Many of them couldn’t tell the difference between a muscle and a clam.“She’s just here as my guest, Brad. If she wants to join, it’ll be at the monthly rate, so don’t
Jenny stopped by her office before beginning her shift and was surprised to find a dozen white roses on her desk. The card read “I know we’ll be great together.” It was signed “Johnny”. She was hoping he was only referring to their show, but from everything she had seen and heard from her new partner, she had her doubts.“Like the roses?” He said when she got to the studio.“They were very nice, thank you.” O.K., I can do this. He’s trying to be nice. Jenny sat in the chair next to Johnny’s waiting for the newsbreak to end. They had about five minutes before she was to introduce him as the “newest, hottest, addition to the KKTM morning team”. If she could get the line out without gagging, she figured the rest of the day would be a breeze.“Roses are a delicate flower,” Johnny whispered to her as he put his hand on her thigh, “the petals fall off so ea