I put it into the mix with all the other things. Before long, I had a little bottle of perfume made from the things I had mixed together. I put some on the back of my hand I thought it smelled nice, but there was nothing special about it, so I put the bottle into my handbag. I couldn't give something like that to my boss. After all, I am a chemist and my job is to make perfumes in a proper way. I I told him how I made this one he would tell me not to be girl. Later, he would probably make a joke about it a sill to his friends at the golf club. That's the kind of ma my boss was.
Anna!
It was my boss, David Amos, the owner of Amos Cosmetics. He happened to be walking past where I worked. He never usually spoke to people like me. What did he want? I felt nervous. "Yes, Mr Amos.' I said. You're looking terrific today! Mmm what's that lovely smell? It's like fresh bread and flowers and sunshine all mixed together with I don't know is it you, Anna? I didn't know what he was talking about. I couldn't smell anything special Mr Amos had an expert nose for perfumes. And he knew it.
"Yes, it is you!" he said loudly. All the other chemists nearby could hear. It was embarrassing. I had never heard my boss speak to me like that before Or to anybody else, come to think of it. David Amos is a dark, handsome English guy who would never dream of saying nice things to ordinary looking girls like me.