Things had been very tough with the financial situation. We owed for our house,in debt with the credit cards and our 5 year old son Pete needed fitting out for school. My husband Dave was clinging on to a part time job,but it was'nt keeping our heads above water.There was an Accountancy firm in our town and I heard they needed a clerk. It rang alarm bells as rumours about how staff were treated had gone round,but the pay seemed ok and we were about to get a foreclosure on the house. I called and sent a letter.
A few days later a letter arrived inviting me to interview. I did'nt think I would get the job as I had only basic typing skills. I got to the office in good time and when I was called in I realized that the accountant was a man called Sharp who had played at the same golf club as Dave,when we had been able to afford things like that.I had met him at some dinners and always had the impression he could see right through my clothes.He was a balding man with glasses,getting overweight and about 30 years my senior,probably in his mid 50's.My strongest recall of him was his whispering voice and his bad breath. He obviously recognized me as I walked into the office and I was again aware of the way he seemed to undress me with his eyes. The interview was short and I wondered why I had bothered to go,but 2 days later a letter arrived,offering me the job as Mr Sharp's secretary.Dave was so relieved and immediately called about our debts,to put a hold on the foreclosure.