Jerry was in a bad mood. His door slammed seven times in the past twenty minutes, not that Jane was really keeping track. The story was that he had the big guns on his case about upping the circulation and not doing enough to keep the advertisers happy. Some days she hated being part of the corporate machine. Her in tray was bulging with letters, and Roger from the mail room popped round to let her know that the Citizen Jane Fan Club, as he called it, needed its corner cleared out, pronto.
