The maid was stunned. ‘What? But Mr Rover loves book.’ ‘Mr Rover loves some Leftie slut, not books.’ Julia accentuated the ‘S’ on the end of the final word. ‘Now, do as I say. I am starting a business and I will run it from his office.’ ‘A business?’ parroted Connie, still stuck to the spot. ‘Yes. I will need space for my own books and things, so quickly now, start cleaning out that damn room.’ The maid still didn’t move. ‘What sort of business you start?’ ‘Why? Does it affect you?’ ‘Maybe it does.’ Connie looked shifty. ‘How, exactly?’ ‘Well, it more work. I can’t do more work for no money.’ Ah, it was becoming clear. Julia narrowed her eyes. ‘You aren’t being paid now, are you?’ The maid didn’t answer. ‘Rover left me nothing, you know. I can’t pay you.’ Connie appeared to ponder this. ‘You could if you start business.’ ‘Maybe I don’t want to pay someone who is so unbelievably stupid.’ Connie was unperturbed by the comments.
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