She’d only been a stewardess for six months when someone noticed Carolyn was very good with numbers - three hours on a take-off delay with nothing better to do, and she’d refinanced half the company, to the tune of £50,000 a year - hypothetically, of course.
Given access to the real data, she said, she could do even more. She’d been balancing books in her father’s sweetshop since she was thirteen.
Before long, she was dividing her time between flights and admin, but while they’d added some words to her job title, they’d neglected to add any figures to her salary.
They soon regretted that.