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One of these days, thought Charles Wetherby, he was going to inform Mrs Atkins, in no uncertain terms, that he loathed the smell of the air freshener she insisted on spraying around the office, and forbid her to use it. But unpalatable though it was for him to admit this, she was one of the few people who intimidated him – he’d never even been able to bring himself to call her by her Christian name, Daphne, though everyone else around the office seemed to manage it. He would have found some reason to dismiss her before now, except that she was so damned efficient and besides, she’d been appointed by Conyngham, the school Secretary, who not only thought the sun shone out of her, but called her Daph, to which she made no objection. Her smooth blonde hair, her immaculate complexion and her
