Chapter 2Aria paused at the foot of the stairs leading up to Mrs. Benstead’s Secretarial and Domestic Agency.
It was the fifth agency she had visited that morning, she thought a little wearily and a dusty mirror on the side of the wall reflected her face, showing her, even in its damaged and untruthful surface, looking pale and a little drawn.
She had set off from Queen’s Folly with high hopes. She had imagined, foolishly, that jobs were waiting for the asking – only to find herself speedily disillusioned.
There were jobs, of course, a large number of them. But they were not what she was looking for, for the simple reason that the salaries were not large enough for her to be able to send more than a pittance back to Charles.
That, after all, was the main reason for her coming to London
