Because Janitor San Is Not A Hero Novels & Stories

But in the sink he could still see the red marks from the water that had previously pooled there. “You know what just happened? Very dirty." "Absolutely no idea. Just ask the judge who made all this mess." The janitor clicked his tongue repeatedly, looking annoyed that the red stains on the floor were a bit difficult to remove. “Which judge are you referring to? This building is full of judges." “Of course Judge Hayes. She was in the toilet for a few minutes, making a mess, then left a lot of trash for me to clean up. Look at that pile of tissue trash. Then this water and that mirror, they were all dirty when I came in."

"You really don't remember anything." "Remember what?!" I was almost shouting now. "I don't know what you're talking about! I'm just a janitor! I clean floors and empty trash cans and I broke your stupid vase and I'm sorry about that but I'm not whoever you think I am!" "Sophia—"

Amusement danced in his eyes as he looked at me, but I knew better than to think there was anything but humor in his thoughts. His infamous petsnake was wrapped around his gun which made me stumble back in horror. The little slimy thing with its cream body and white dots littered over its skin. To the outside world and the People’s Magazine, Salvatore was Italy’s most eligible bachelor, while I followed shortly on the list. A thorough business man that helped develop the city, taking care of the less privileged, a true humanitarian. Here, in the underworld, we knew him for what he was. A brutal murderer, whose presence alone carried the weight of fire and blood.

Anthony bowed his head and replied in a voice that was barely above a whisper, "I… I really couldn't find any other jobs… I still need to eat, don't I?" "Alright," I answered with a laugh. That had Anthony's head snapping up, an ember of hope igniting in his gaze. "Really? Kimmy, you still care about what we had—" "Don't misunderstand," I cut him off. "The company needs a janitor to clean the toilets, and I feel that you're perfectly suited for the job. After all, your best skill is to create trash, so having you clean trash now is technically putting that skill to good use."

I’d used the same instincts that kept us alive to decide a life wasn’t worth the risk. My vision blurred. Jax’s hand landed lightly on my shoulder, a touch so uncharacteristically gentle I almost missed it. “Hey,” he said quietly. “You made the right call.” “There was no call,” I said. “There was nothing. We just… let him go.” “We’re not Superman,” he said. “We’re debris in a haunted kiddie pool. Trying to be everyone’s hero gets you killed faster here.” His bluntness scraped. It also grounded.

If he protested, Purwanto would run straight to Bobby with a complaint. Resigned for now, Stefan began sweeping the floor starting from the main entrance. The security guard snickered as he watched Stefan perform janitorial duties. One by one, arriving staff members stopped in surprise, realizing there was a new "janitor" in the building. Far from feeling any sympathy, they laughed and exchanged snide remarks. “Yesterday he was fixing the Wi-Fi and CPUs, then replacing burnt lightbulbs and fried cables. What is it today?” “Our new guy is amazing! Turns out he’s multi-talented.”

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.

"Sandy has always been soft-hearted. If you just swallow your pride and apologize sincerely, she'll forgive you. Getting you a job wouldn't be out of the question…" Sandra crossed her arms and snorted. "The only opening at the company right now is janitorial. If you come back, it'll have to be as a cleaner." Lester looked smug but put on a fake show of concern. "Fred, why are you just standing there? Hurry up and thank Sandy." When I didn't move, he kept up the act like he was doing me a favor. "Even being a cleaner is better than going hungry. Don't let your ego get in the way."

“Sorry, man, but this is something I can’t discuss with you. Now I’m not going to ask again. Why aren’t you at school?” “My morning classes were canceled. A few teachers got food poisoning or something. So I came back to help San clean up and walk with her to the diner. This neighborhood is pretty rough, and I worry about her walking out there alone. Happy?” I nod my head humbled by his love for his sister. I guess being together for so long has made them protective of each other. Life must have been a lot harder for them than I thought. I mean, he didn’t even flinch at the sight of the men lying lifeless on the ground. He just wanted to know how I did it. He also seems worried about Santana

After hearing this, the ant man chuckled and sat down on the empty seat. "Mr. Hannigan, you don't have to think so highly of us. We're just here to repay your kindness." "Repay the kindness?" the Scar man and the other two asked in unison. The ant didn't explain this, nor did Samuel. They just looked at each other and smiled. They knew each other and respected each other. "If it wasn't for Hero Hannigan's assistance back then, we might still be living in the barren underground even now. We might not be able to see the light of day and would not have had to suffer."