Because Janitor San Is Not A Hero Novels & Stories

“I'm simply telling you that what goes around comes around. Sooner or later, you'll find yourself in my shoes, being trampled upon by the very person you love. Until then, cheers.” I resolved within myself that I would embrace the role of a janitor, no matter the obstacles. I was determined to go to great lengths to earn his approval. After all, in the countless dramas I've watched, powerful CEOs have disguised themselves as ordinary employees, only to later reveal their true identities in a magnificent fashion. Who's to say that such a fate couldn't befall me?

“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.

Other people's opinions don't matter. I smiled at him. "He's a sanitation worker." He stared at me with a visible shock on his face. I don't know what his problem is. Was it because of Jordan's job? Or because he didn't expect him to be a sanitation worker? Whatever it is, I don't care. I'm happy with Jordan. That's what matters. ***Scott's POV "Do it or I'll cut your salary. You choose."

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.

The woman in the lab coat backed off, her hands clamped over her ears. “Warning! Human emotions detected!” she cried. “Cleaning is failing! Security, help me in Room 402!” The air tore open. Three figures stepped through—like the Specialist, but clad in black armor, carrying poles buzzing with blue electricity. “The Janitors,” June whispered. The Janitors stayed silent. They moved fast. One swung his pole at June. She dove; blue energy grazed her head. The air smelled burned. “Dante, look out!” The second Janitor grabbed Dante's neck and flung him across the floor. Dante slid twenty feet, hitting the wall hard.

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!"