reason Serena wasn’t
surprised to hear this. “Maybe so. But he didn’t
affect me.”
“Then he’s not so great in person?”
“Not so great.” She didn’t want
Juliette starting any gossip. Avoiding gossip was all the more reason to be
very circumspect in her relationship with Nick.
“Then going by your take on things,
he sounds quite unimpressive. By the way, Rick will move your stuff for you if
you pack it into boxes. We can empty mine and fill them with your things.”
Juliette glanced around. “This is a nice office. I’ll like it here.”
Serena was suddenly aware of what
she had to do. Moving all her belongings could take hours, well into the night.
She had to get started. What she really felt like doing was going to Don and
arguing about the change, but she knew that type of action didn’t work on Don.
He usually let you rant and rave, and then he laughed, like he had this
morning. Besides, Nick was a given now, and it made sense to have the co-hosts
of Neon Nights together in one place. “I’ll go and take a look at the
suite,” she said.
“Only another three floors until
you’re up with Don,” Juliette told her.
Serena made a face this time. “ Neon Nights has to
really take off for that.”
“Do you have reservations about it?”
Realizing she was giving Juliette
the impression she was dissatisfied, Serena shook her head. “No. None at all.”
Serena walked the two flights of
stairs to the seventh floor, thinking that Juliette might secretly hope Neon Nights would
flop. The woman was ambitious. If Serena’s show didn’t make it, an opening
would be made for The Juliette Marshall News Show, or whatever.
Don was in the suite, talking to
Paul Kryker . Paul was fair-haired and tall, and
muscular enough in his old jeans and shirt not to be dwarfed by Don. His blue
eyes twinkled at Serena. “Hi. How’re you doing, Serena?”
“Fine, Paul. How are you?” His
handshake certainly didn’t unnerve her, the way Nick’s did.
“I’m great. Are you looking forward
to the show?”
“Yes. I am.” Then she glanced at
Don, unable to resist a poke at his manipulative strategy. “Thanks for the
warning about the office change.”
Don’s expression was a little
sheepish. “I knew you’d understand.”
“I understand when I’m being
railroaded”
“But you won’t take it personally?”
“No. I’m not taking it personally
when I believe it’s all to do with accommodating Nick Fraser.”
Don sighed. “Not necessarily,
Serena. We might have moved up here with John.”
“Might.”
“Nick has to be accommodated. He
won’t work for us if things don’t go his way. He believes he wouldn’t have
landed a job when he came back on the off-chance, but that’s not true. I know
three places that would have welcomed him with open arms. Which
is why we want to keep him. So where is he?”
“He’s home, but he’ll be here for
the commercial tomorrow.”
“Did you have a meeting yet?”
Serena nodded. “Yes. We met this
morning and discussed the direction of the show.” She let out a short breath.
“He didn’t particularly jump up and down in delight over the planned
programming.”
Don shook his head. “Naturally he
wouldn’t. It’s garbage.”
“I thought you were agreeable.”
“For John Duncan,
but not for Nick. It’s not for you either. Did you come up
surprised to hear this. “Maybe so. But he didn’t
affect me.”
“Then he’s not so great in person?”
“Not so great.” She didn’t want
Juliette starting any gossip. Avoiding gossip was all the more reason to be
very circumspect in her relationship with Nick.
“Then going by your take on things,
he sounds quite unimpressive. By the way, Rick will move your stuff for you if
you pack it into boxes. We can empty mine and fill them with your things.”
Juliette glanced around. “This is a nice office. I’ll like it here.”
Serena was suddenly aware of what
she had to do. Moving all her belongings could take hours, well into the night.
She had to get started. What she really felt like doing was going to Don and
arguing about the change, but she knew that type of action didn’t work on Don.
He usually let you rant and rave, and then he laughed, like he had this
morning. Besides, Nick was a given now, and it made sense to have the co-hosts
of Neon Nights together in one place. “I’ll go and take a look at the
suite,” she said.
“Only another three floors until
you’re up with Don,” Juliette told her.
Serena made a face this time. “ Neon Nights has to
really take off for that.”
“Do you have reservations about it?”
Realizing she was giving Juliette
the impression she was dissatisfied, Serena shook her head. “No. None at all.”
Serena walked the two flights of
stairs to the seventh floor, thinking that Juliette might secretly hope Neon Nights would
flop. The woman was ambitious. If Serena’s show didn’t make it, an opening
would be made for The Juliette Marshall News Show, or whatever.
Don was in the suite, talking to
Paul Kryker . Paul was fair-haired and tall, and
muscular enough in his old jeans and shirt not to be dwarfed by Don. His blue
eyes twinkled at Serena. “Hi. How’re you doing, Serena?”
“Fine, Paul. How are you?” His
handshake certainly didn’t unnerve her, the way Nick’s did.
“I’m great. Are you looking forward
to the show?”
“Yes. I am.” Then she glanced at
Don, unable to resist a poke at his manipulative strategy. “Thanks for the
warning about the office change.”
Don’s expression was a little
sheepish. “I knew you’d understand.”
“I understand when I’m being
railroaded”
“But you won’t take it personally?”
“No. I’m not taking it personally
when I believe it’s all to do with accommodating Nick Fraser.”
Don sighed. “Not necessarily,
Serena. We might have moved up here with John.”
“Might.”
“Nick has to be accommodated. He
won’t work for us if things don’t go his way. He believes he wouldn’t have
landed a job when he came back on the off-chance, but that’s not true. I know
three places that would have welcomed him with open arms. Which
is why we want to keep him. So where is he?”
“He’s home, but he’ll be here for
the commercial tomorrow.”
“Did you have a meeting yet?”
Serena nodded. “Yes. We met this
morning and discussed the direction of the show.” She let out a short breath.
“He didn’t particularly jump up and down in delight over the planned
programming.”
Don shook his head. “Naturally he
wouldn’t. It’s garbage.”
“I thought you were agreeable.”
“For John Duncan,
but not for Nick. It’s not for you either. Did you come up
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