<div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/EllaPrice.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Who:</strong>Ella Price<br/><strong>Where: </strong>Lord Greymore’s Room<br/><strong>With:</strong>Albert Godfrey<br/><strong>When:</strong>Half Past Lunchtime<br/><strong>What: </strong>Job Interview<br/><br/><hr/>Ella gave a quick half-curtsy. She had enjoyed the relative anonymity of being a parlor maid. But if she was going to get attention a promotion sounded quite lovely. “I’m a sworn enemy to dust and disorder sir,” she told him brightly. “I’m do a utterly splendid job, you’ll see. And I would love to see to Lord Greymore’s needs. I really don’t mind the dirtiest task.” She suddenly blushed. “Not that I’m saying Lord Greymore is dirty. I mean I’m sure he bathes regularly. Not that I’m picturing him bathing.” She shook her head vigorously as if trying to clear out an unwanted visual and then trying to put the matter back on track added, “I’m good at dusting, discrete as a hangman, and tolerably motivated most days.”<br/><br/>