Because Janitor San Is Not A Hero Novels & Stories

"Oh, you're that guy who's been giving the in-laws a hard time for three years. The crazy guy who hitchhikes. The ex-hitchhiker guy." Then, Ryan called two security people inside. He continued, "His name is Stefan. Do you think he deserves to be an OB?" The two security guards looked Stefan up and down many times. There was no difference between Stefan and Ryan's appearance. They were both equally neat. One of them replied, "Anyone can be a janitor as long as he is diligent." The other said, "Sweeping is the easiest job in the world." Ryan bent at the waist and gave Stefan a dismissive look. "He's been a maid at home and a cleaner at his father-in-law's office. I think her sweeping technique

and the guards, the damn guards! Well no more excuses, if I can find time to runaway with a deaf stranger, four fucking times I might add, then I can find time to do my actual fucking job. I'm taking my fear and I'm shoving it far up my ass! Anyways, no offense, but Janet is insane. There is no need to do any of the stuff she’s been saying for the past thirty minutes. The toilet is already spotless I seriously cannot imagine it being any cleaner than this. I pour in a bit of all the liquids and powders she gave to me earlier and give the toilet a vigorous scrub.

"Eww! Stop throwing spit all over my dining room. I thought you were a doctor! You of all people should know that's not sanitary." "Sanitary Sanitary Sanitary. I'll sanitize your mouth! It really needs a lot of washing." "You're an idiot." "Oh my... I'm an idiot? If I'm an "idiot" as you claim I am, how the hell am I the top doctor in Country S?! How did I graduate as top of my class?!" "Oh please... Here you go again. Who knows, maybe you cheated your way in." "Cheated my way in? Who would believe the CEO of-"

Flying Rooster righteously said, “Do you know that this person who’s sitting here is a hero in the world? He is the hero whom I admire and respect the most in my life. “How could he insult you? It’s clear that you fail to bully him, and you’re taught a lesson by him. “But, you even shamelessly asked me to come and avenge you? Wow, trash like you should be eliminated from our Nocturnal team! “Our Nocturnal works for ordinary citizens. We help and love each other, and we are a kind and simple team. How can we allow a black sheep like you to join us? “So, I’m cleaning the mess off my gang!”

We don't have to be too proud of ourself. People who came from a lower class might be the richest, and also it turns. Damian couldn’t take his eyes off the lobby where a cleaner was mopping the floor. He was a young man with blond hair and a sky blue uniform. Because of such great curiosity, he stepped closer to the janitor inspected. Watching the figure closely, especially on his face, and made the officer stop his activities. “You saw nothing wrong,” the janitor replied, which seized Damian by surprise. “So… so it’s really you? How could this happen?” Damian who looked strangely at the officer in front of him asked.

And I'm starting to feel like one of them. While listening to the sound of the rain outside and watching the hands of the clock on the wall move. I think of Santi, Debbie, and their accomplices. They appear ordinary, like someone you'd never suspect of doing heinous atrocities. Santi has an innocent, joyful smile, and to think that he was formerly a cop who served the people and followed the rules, you will never accuse him of doing these crimes. And the same goes for Julius; he looks just like an ordinary delivery guy with a sweet face. It's still difficult for me to comprehend that people with such faces can do such things to others and take innocent lives.

I poise myself to attack. "Whoa, chill girl. I just want to talk," he tells me, his grin telling me the opposite of what he just said. "How the hell did you get in here, too?" I ask him. This is bad. This is really bad. Uncle Fern being here is horrible enough. Jon, too? "Well, I applied as a janitor the same time Uncle got the gardener job, and here I am. I have to say, for a fancy school, your security really sucks."

Garrett points to the mess, and I lower my head bashfully. The janitor who, from his name tag, I discover is named "Marty" walks over and throws a rag on top of the coffee, wiping it clean. His motions oddly remind me of my fiasco of a morning with the spilled Moscatto that I tried to clean before my best friends barged into my apartment. I wonder if they're still there, waiting for me to arrive so we can go to Sun Salutations and find our inner peace. God knows I need it right now. As Marty is cleaning, Garrett is silent. He just watches Marty spray a cleaning product on the hardwood floor but refuses to continue our discussion, which makes me nervous. How confidential can his final and ove

I’m crying because this might be the only child she ever gets to have. I’m crying because I should have protected her. I’m crying because… I hate the man I used to be. Something taps my shoe. I look down, eyes swollen. A mop. Then I look up. It’s an old janitor, probably late sixties. He’s short, hunched, with thick glasses that seem a little too foggy to see properly. His uniform is wrinkled, and his hands tremble slightly as he leans on the stick. “Oh,” I clear my throat and straighten. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to be in your way. I’ll—”

Ethan asked. “Um. I cleaned the bed.” The janitor shrugged. “Did you happen to hear where she was being transferred to?” I asked. The janitor shook his head. “Nah, I was working in another ward when they took her out.” “Oh. Well, thank you anyway,” I said. “Quick question, are you the only janitor for this ward?” Ethan asked. The janitor snorted, “Alpha, I'm the only janitor for this facility.” “That's a big job,” Ethan said.