I Love the 80s by Megan Crane Read Free Book Online Page A

rest of the show, which meant there was far too much touching.
    But this, Jenna felt, was a small price to pay for being hailed as the visionary behind
the
Wild Boys’ video experience of all time.
    Best. Dream. Ever.
    Harrison T. was thanking the band up on the set, and the closing credit music started to play, and Jenna felt as triumphant as if she’d actually had a hand in making history. It was a very good feeling. Almost as good as the more lurid Tommy Seer fantasies – well, no. Not
that
good. There was no need to get carried away.
    Ken Dollimore jumped to his feet then, suddenly. He motioned for Jenna to do the same with an impatient hand.
    ‘Hurry,’ he said in an undertone, his eyes on the stage. ‘If I know Duncan Paradis, and I’m sad to say I do, he’s going to want to talk to me and I’d rather do it in my office. Let’s go.’
    Ken did not consult Jenna on what she’d like to do, which was, of course, to remain in the studio where she could continue to watch Tommy Seer. Whether he was being silly with his band mates, singing along with the video, or sitting quietly in his chair during the advertisements with that faraway look on his face, she found him equally mesmerizing. Now he was up on the stage,smiling that gloriously crooked smile, and she wasn’t sure she could bear to so much as blink and miss even a second—
    ‘Jen,’ Ken snapped in a tone that brooked no disobedience, and was completely at odds with his happy-go-lucky, fun-loving appearance. Jenna was on her feet and following him before she knew what she was doing. Like a trained dog, in fact. A comparison which did not exactly thrill her.
    Obviously, she thought as she hurried after him, concentrating on his colourful high-tops, he hadn’t become a legend by being shy and retiring.
    Ken strode to the bank of elevators, Jenna close behind him in spite of herself, and nodded at all the young men in suits who complimented him on the show. All of them, Jenna could see, were blatantly jockeying for his favour, and all of them assumed that the whole thing had been Ken’s idea.
    ‘It was totally boss,’ one lavender-suited gentleman said, loudly enough to drown out the rest of the chorus of praise. Jenna had to cough to cover an involuntary laugh.
Totally boss
? Really? Who said things like that? Even in the Eighties?
    Instead of seeming impressed, or even interested, Ken caught Jenna’s eyes for a moment and gave the slightest roll of his own.
    Which was maybe why, when Ken wasn’t looking at them, the scrum of competing pastel suits glared at Jenna as if they’d like to wrap their hands around her throat. And those were the milder expressions. Others were farmore murderous. Jenna gulped, and moved closer to Ken, despite her earlier personal-space concerns.
    ‘Pack of wild animals,’ Ken muttered when he’d claimed the next available elevator car – and had denied the other men access to it simply by raising his palm to them and jabbing the CLOSE DOORS button with his other hand. He grinned at Jenna. ‘I hate office politics.’
    ‘Everyone hates office politics,’ Jenna said, quoting Aimee. ‘But that doesn’t mean you get to stop playing them.’ Aimee said more or less the same thing to Jenna at least six times a week during their usual daily lunches, feeling that Jenna’s refusal to pay attention to office politics was the reason Jenna was stuck in a going-nowhere position while she, Aimee, was rocketing towards a VP slot. Jenna thought it actually had more to do with her penchant for naps under her desk, to say nothing of the weeks she did no work at all until midday on Thursday, but she knew better than to share that thought with Aimee, who would only get upset and suggest therapists.
    ‘Play or die, huh?’ Ken said, rocking back and forth on his heels. He let out a sort of whoop of triumph. ‘This is a good day, Jen. This is a really fucking good day. I can feel it. I think we just kicked MTV’s ass.’
    Jenna knew