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Chapter Twenty-Six
As the deadline for Johnny’s challenge drew closer, Jenny was surprisingly calm. The phone calls and letters kept coming in, but Jenny didn’t appear to be paying that much attention to them. What concerned her more was what was happening to the music side of her show. Before Johnny’s arrival, she and Wes had gone over the song list extensively before air time, but since Tony’s decision to have each shift play something different, Wes had taken total control of what songs were being aired. Many of the artists were unknowns, and for the first time since she joined KKTM, she was hearing the same tunes more than once an hour.
Jenny made a mental note to talk to him about it, but for the moment she was busy with other events. Particularly her plans for Thursday, and the answer she was going to give Johnny that would get him off her back once and for all.
After a quiet weekend, spent mostly on the beach and on the phone, Jenny was feeling pretty good
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