ALEXANDER
I order Brenda to summon Janet Yorkley to my office first thing on Monday morning.
She’s dithery as she presents herself at my door. I wave her in and silence her as she starts gabbling on about how she hopes the new cleaner is doing a good job.
“The new cleaner is fine,” I tell her. “She’s excellent.” Her relief is palpable.
I don’t give her a chance to enjoy it. “Which is exactly why I want to increase her hours. I need her on a Sunday morning. Early. My dog needs walking.”
“A Sunday morning?” she asks.
I hate having to repeat myself, so I don’t. “I may be in, or I may not, but that’s irrelevant. I need her to let herself in before seven regardless, feed him, and take him out. She should be done before nine.”
Janet nods. “I’ll arrange it, Mr Henley. I’m sure Melissa will
