Because Janitor San Is Not A Hero Novels & Stories

“You got me a janitor job?” “Sanitation specialist,” she corrected. “ohhh you mean a Professional mop commander?” I raised my brows “Sterilisation technician.” “Janitor pro max?” I added. She lost it and laughed so loud she almost fell off the chair. I pointed at her. “You’re enjoying this too much. I sighed “You dragged me to a club last night, now hospital cleaning today. Are you trying to cure me or finish me?” “Both options are results.” “I refuse.” I don't even like the smell of blood.

Most quiver in fear, while the rest steps out of my way in a haste. I hate being in the same space with some of these low class staffs, their mere presence irks me. Left for me I'd have fired their sorry ass, but dad always gets in my way. They always tiptoed around me but you'd think some of them would learn but no. “S– sorry, Ms. Wilson. I didn't see you coming,” the damn janitor stammers, eyes pleading, after practically bumping into me, polluting my air with that awful smell.

Geena said, trying so hard not to blush. “And?” Sophia inquired, showing so much interest in the story. “We talked a little and he said he'd love me to see me again. We met again on the same day and I discovered he was a janitor at the office” Geena revealed. “Janitor, you mean a janitor gave you all these butterflies in your belle?” Sophia inquired. “Noooo Soph, you don't have to sound that way, he's still a human being despite being a janitor” Geena assured.

In the office, Smith couldn't shake off what he had seen earlier from his head. Still smiling. "I've never seen her smile before, and the way she dances…" he said to himself, then caught himself. "No, man. Come off it," he said. "She's not your class or your status. Be focused. She's just a janitor, nothing more," he said to himself again. To distract himself, he turned to his laptop and began typing, the sound of the keyboard filling the quiet office.

He said, "Perhaps there's still hope for us if Mister Penn is here, alas…" "What can he do about it?" asked Yolanda. Yolanda believed that her youngest son, Jean, was useless. The people he knew must be useless too. Her opinion of Jean seemed to be deeply rooted in her core. She almost blurted her thoughts out subconsciously. Santino let out a long sigh and stopped talking. He formed a longsword again, and he was ready to battle to the death. He knew that he was no match for Dean, but he did not care anymore. He might as well die as compensation for what he did to Mister Zander, so he could at least redeem himself.

Sophia snapped, “What money are you talking about? Stop trying to frame me!” Tony threw himself into the mess immediately. “It’s obvious Mellisa and Josh paid that janitor to lie and frame Sophia.” Of course he’d say that. If denial was an Olympic sport, Tony would be the reigning champion just like our legendary, Ronaldo and Erling Haaland. Josh didn’t raise his voice and he didn’t argue either. He simply exhaled once, like he had been waiting for this moment and also let the janitor free a bit, although he still has his eyes on him though.

If I were to give you a choice between my brothers and this janitor boy, who would Mr Joe choose? Mr Joe heard that, waved his hand and said, "Where are you going? That janitor kid can't compare to the two of us. Not to mention the comparison, that kid is still basically a janitor. How is he qualified to put it on the scale with your brothers? " Mark smiled, "So? If that's the case, wouldn't someone decide for you? " Mr Joe looked at Mark's face and wondered, "Please speak more clearly!"

"The state of this bathroom is your fault! You didn't have to beat those people to a pulp, but you did! Have you even bothered to look and see all the blood in there!" ... "W-Well no... Honestly I didn't look." Collen pouted gripping the mop. 'This is just cruel!' His mind cried out defiantly .. Yes at this moment. Our so called Hero, the good-... Well an Okay guy, The billionaire who could flip the city upside down if he truly wished it by the snap of his fingers.... Was now being forced to clean restrooms... By his very own Employee and friend.

While laughing and saying those words, Zannie still couldn't hide her sobbing voice. By her words, Howard was moved. He viewed Zannie as someone who lived by good principles— Zannie, who is hardworking and determined. The memory of his SLI employees resurfaced all of a sudden. There are many like Zannie in the company that he doesn’t appreciate, because he is too perfectionist and he feels like everyone has the same mindset he has. And at this moment, he realized that 'useless' word or any adjective of it is an offense to someone. And there's no useless people, no matter what the working environment is.

"I'm applying for the janitor position." Jian Tong's rough voice solemnly filled the small office and successfully halted the woman's steps. The woman paused, turned around, and with raised eyebrows, looked her up and down again, now suspicious, "It's rare to see someone in their twenties willing to stoop to being a janitor and endure hardship."