`At last you're back ± I missed you, Anna,' he said.
`I've been in a terrible dream and I've just woken up.'
`A dream, Mr Amos?' I asked. I didn't understand what he was talking about.
`Call me David, darling . . .' he said. Darling? What did he mean? What was happening?
`Yes . . .' he continued. `I dreamt that I was being awful to you, treating you as if you were just someone who worked for me. The truth is that you mean so much more than that to me . . .' I wondered what he meant. Was he going to raise my pay? He went on. `You must realise that I'm crazy about you, darling.' He was calling me darling again. He was being serious. I have to say that at this point I was feeling very confused. Five minutes ago my boss didn't want to be seen with me. Now he was saying he was crazy about me! What could be making him behave like this? Then, all at once, I realised: it was the fruitcake special! Intrigue might smell great, but it didn't make a girl attractive to men. But my fruitcake perfume did. `I feel my heart growing with love for you, Anna,' said Mr Amos. He was looking at my body through the black dress. Just then a waitress came to the table. She told me that I had a telephone call and asked me to answer it in the lounge.