She would find out nothing unless she was living in the house and was accepted as one of the staff.
So instead of taking out her best dress from the wardrobe, Zela started first to pack her case.
She put in clothes that she thought would be most suitable for a secretary. They must be modest, plain and simple as befitted someone who worked for her living.
That, Zela thought with a little smile, was easier for her to find than if she had wanted to be smart or up to date and it would have been impossible for her, as her mother’s daughter, not to have very good taste.
Going to the small writing desk in her bedroom, she quickly wrote two references for herself.
She had first to think of a suitable name for herself.
She knew at once that it would be easier for her to remember if she calle
