Sharon Jones had been working hard for over two hours. She paused, mopped her brow, straightened the pillows and covers of the fresh bed she had just made, and walked over to the window. Outside the sun was shining and cars were moving slowly along Carswell High Street. Soon it would be time to take a short break and meet up with her friend on floor three. She moved over to the flat surface that ran the length of the bedroom and replaced the tea, coffee, and sugar sachets by the kettle. She then fetched little sachets of milk and lined them up alongside the rest.
People often asked her if she would like to get a better job, but the truth was, she liked working as a chambermaid. She was always up early every morning so the six o’clock starts suited her quite well. And starting early in the
