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‘So what?’ Magenta said i round, trying to take everything in She could understand Quinn wanting to live the sixties in order to give the can that final fizz of authenticity—hadn’t she done the sa as going too far? ‘Nancy, what’s been going on here?’

‘The usual?’ Following her glance, Nancy gazed around the office

‘The usual,’ Magenta repeated grimly ‘Is it usual to remove the computers?’

‘The what?’

‘Okay, so Quinn’s got you playing his gaenta said ‘I can understand that you don’t want to lose your job—I’ this right again—’ She had already reasoned that the reorganisation of the office would have been fairly easy if Quinn had copied the layout fros she couldn’t account for There was a different feel to the place, never mind the look, which was dated, a little drab and definitely not the right environht it boring, not to mention inhospitable There were different phones too, but it was the ergonole glazing? Had Quinn gone mad? Never mind the expense, what about condensation? Cold? If people were uncomfortable at work, productivity would suffer Didn’t Quinn know anything?

And there was a different smell too…

Cigarette smoke?

‘Nancy!’ Magenta exclaiency

‘Are you all right, Magenta?’ Glancing round, Nancy grabbed a chair and tried to press Magenta into it

‘I’ but fine What had happened here? Had Quinn got people in to dress the offices like a sixties stage-set? And hoas it possible she had slept through those changes? But it wasn’t just the noise eleh, too perfect, too convincing…

Magenta’s throat dried This wasn’t so exercise This was reality This was reality for Nancy and for all the people here It was Magenta as out of sync She must have fallen down the rabbit hole, like Alice, while she’d been asleep and landed in the sixties And now the shock of being trapped inside a drea Quinn Froathered, he was just the sort of ht into the sixties, where ht they did

Magenta took a few steadying breaths while Nancy looked on anxiously Magenta’s heart was pounding uncontrollably, but whatever had happened she would have to e it

She looked as enta reassured herself, with her carefully h you could have bounced bullets off her underwear, it did outline her shape to the point where her breasts were outrageously prominent That, believe it or not, was the fashion It could best be described as ‘sex in your face’ No wonder Jackson had commented; she should have known better than to dress like this, but had done so innocently Back in the real world, it had made her feel sexy—and after the encounter with the biker she had wanted to prove to herself that she still could feel that way Now she realised drawing attention to herself in a sixties office was asking for trouble

But, on the plus side, she had been researching the era for quite some time, so even locked into this bizarre dream she wasn’t entirely out on a limb She could even accept and be a little reassured by the fact that the dream seemed to be influenced by her research; there was certainly plenty of raw h quite how the summer of love, the sexual revolution and the Whisky a Go Go, the first disco in America—which just happened to be Quinn’s homeland—would manifest themselves remained to be seen

She would have to rely on what she knew if she was going to anticipate and avoid soenta concluded She would draw on that knowledge now—and her first action would be to open all the s and let the smoke out

Predictably everyone complained that it was too cold ‘Well, you can’t sainst the law’

‘Since when?’ one of the younger guys asked, swinging his ar her close so she had no alternative but to inhale his foul-s breath

‘And that is too,’ she inforhtly sculpted rear end