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‘I think I’ve heard all I needed to. If you’re amenable, I’d like to offer you the job.’
‘Well, Mr Wiseman –’
‘Please, if you’re going to be working for me, call me Eric.’
‘Well then, Eric, I’m happy to accept.’
More than happy, Mona thought, reaching over to shake the prim little man’s manicured hand. As cleaning jobs went, this was the kind you dreamt of. The house was small and compact like its owner and, despite the ridiculously high wages he was offering, only involved the downstairs rooms. On top of all that, the house was already immaculately tidy – so much so, in fact, that on her arrival Mona had believed it to be a show-house.
Looking around at the spotless glass cabinets, the sofa still in its plastic covering, and the dazzling gleam of the polished wooden floor,
