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Wiping away her tears Martina stood up, feeling strangely calm and cleansed. Replacing the jumper in her bag she walked with stiffened resolve through the busy streets. Eventually her eyes lit upon a window filled with pasted job advertisements. Sidling closer she scanned through them, discounting one after the other based on qualifications and experience. Finally her eyes fell on a small piece of note paper near the bottom of the window.
‘Babysitter required to care for two girls, aged 6 and 2 respectively, £4.50 an hour, must be able to work at least 18 hours a week. Contact details below.’
Curious, Martina noted the details down, loving as she did to be around children, this job seemed no less than perfect. Puzzled but pleased by the lack of requests for previous experience Martina rummaged for her mobile phone. Switching it on she delicately typed in the contact number, holding her breath as the phone began to ring.
Moments later a quiet, slightly cold voice answered. ‘Natalie Wilson speaking.’
Martina cleared her throat, forcing her nerves back down into her belly, hoping her voice would remain steady. ‘Hi Mrs Wilson, my name is Martina...’ she paused, realising a false surname might well be necessary to prevent her family from tracking her down. ‘Martina Jones. I’m ringing to, erm, ask about the babysitting job.’ Natalie Wilson’s voice warmed considerably at these words. ‘Oh that’s great; we were beginning to think we wouldn’t get anyone, now if I can just ask you a few questions...’
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