Chapter Five
The Proposal
September 2011
“I wanted to speak with you, Chrissy,” Amrita Broderick, my employer of three weeks told me after I’d entered her office not seconds after having had her buzz me to do just that.
I had been with her for just short of a fortnight and, despite a guilty conscience, was already enjoying my work for her far more than I ever did with the unemployed and seeming unemployable husband who now vegetated at home in front of the TV and who knows what Internet porn that took his fancy.
“How can I help you, Mrs Broderick?”
She appraised me and I got the distinct impression she was assessing my readiness for something or other.
Even if I hadn’t a clue as to what.
Though I soon would.
“I appreciate dedication and hard-work, Chrissy, and I like to reward it
