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Revenge on Roxy Radio.
She couldn't believe it, she couldn't believe that Wyatt just refused to speak to her and listen to her side of the story. Georgina had felt lucky, she had won a job at Roxy Radio where she would be working alongside her idol, DJ Johnny Deacon.
As the saying goes, Never meet your Heroes.
How right that was.
The real Johnny was a creepy bastard, and seeing the way he commented and joked about Graham was so cruel to see Georgina could see the gleam of hatred underneath the smiley faces Graham sent to Johnny, always agreeing with what the older DJ, sucking up to him all the time, and never once rising to what the bastard was saying. Everyone knew the 'friendship' was non-existent, just like Graham's marriage to Sarah, that silly blonde bimbo wife of his who kept making him pack lunches like he were a little kid, only for Graham to throw the lot into the bin uneaten to give him and Johnny the excuse to send her out to get kebabs.
She had noticed, of course, the creepy looks Johnny had been sending her over the last few months, and looking back, Georgina wondered how the hell she could have been so weak-willed to stay here and keep thinking she could be a DJ herself with those looks, but she had persevered and it wasn't until now that she realised she couldn't work in the industry, and she certainly didn't want to step foot inside Roxy Radio again after Johnny cornered her and nearly tried to rape her. She had gone to Graham, hoping he would tell Wyatt. Next thing Georgina knew she was being fired. Wyatt refused to see her, no matter how desperate she was; Georgina was more than aware of how terrible the Wyatt family were feeling the backlash as their company workers' pensions were put at risk, so she could understand that at least.
At the same time, Georgina got the impression, judging from her own observations that Cameron Wyatt hated being around Johnny and Graham; she had seen the way Wyatt grimaced whenever Graham simpered around Johnny.
Wyatt likely had hundreds of more important things to worry himself about than her, and as she left she reflected on what she'd lost.
Her music career as a DJ, ended before it started.
She had no job, she had no references. What would she do now?
She was 18 years old and her career was over before she saw it start. But as she left, Georgina remembered hearing about a group of pensioners who had taken to staging peaceful but irritating protests; already many of the Wyatt businesses had received their attention and the Grey Panthers as they were so imaginatively called, had protested in outrage over the number of sackings. A memo had been sent around warning them about the protests. Georgina doubted anything would come out of them though, the Wyatts didn't seem to care either way, but she felt they could be used to her benefit.
She might have been fired, but Georgina still remembered the code numbers for the Roxy Radio doors, pleased she was away from the poisonous atmosphere within. Armed with a copy of the memo, Georgina went looking for the Grey Panthers. Finding them wasn't that difficult.
"Are you the Grey Panthers?" Georgina needed to shout to make herself heard.
"Yes, dear," one of the old women said, staring at her curiously.
"Are you their….leader?" Georgina asked, wondering if there was a more politically correct term.
Now thoroughly confused, the woman nodded. "Yes, my name is Harriet," she said. "Who are you and why are you here? We don't normally get people asking us who were are."
"My name is Georgina and I've just lost my job at Roxy Radio because of sexual harassment," Harriet and some of the other Panthers who were listening recoiled in outrage, "but you can still make protests to the Wyatts, with this," Georgina held out the piece of paper where she had written down the pass number.
The woman stared at it. "What's this?"
"The code for opening the doors," Georgina said. "Just use the number and tap into the entry coder outside. Just make as much chaos as you like. The place is toxic, and this is the best way to get revenge."
Harriet smiled. "You'd be amazed dear how many people come to us in protest, but sexual harassment is something we can't stand. What will you do now?"
"I don't know. I have no job, no reference, so now I have to look again," Georgina replied.
"Take my advice, dear; do something great," Harriet smiled.
Georgina smiled, thinking that she would like to work with people.