Because Janitor San Is Not A Hero Novels & Stories

I said. “No, you weren’t,” he snapped. “You are just like every other rich and powerful man out there; only out to use people lower than them and discard them like they mean nothing,” Sanchez said bitterly. His words crossed my heart in pain. “This is not what you think,” I started, wanting to explain to Sanchez, but he wasn’t interested in listening to anything I was saying. “The only foolish person here is me, for believing that someone like you could actually keep his promise,” Sanchez said. “And to think that I have been putting my life on the line for you, and trying so hard to make sure that you get what you want,” he added.

Calla said with a smile. Javier acted surprised as he blurted, "You're the guy who applied for janitorial work, cleaning toilets and all? Man, you're something else! I'm impressed!" Everyone burst into laughter at once.

He grabbed the trench coat after seeing a little snowfall from the window. “For real?!” A man with blonde hair circled him and checks him out from head to toe and back to front. “not an artist but a janitor?” his eyes simply showed disbelief same with the other two in the room. “yes, a janitor.” He repeated. The three looked at each other and then grinned at him, “I’m Brian. This here is Mama Chu and Kelly.” Brian extended his hand for a shake and added, “I’m a beta.” The other two followed and said their sub-gender.

the in-charge greeted Clara sat on the seat and introduced herself, "I am Clara." "Good, so you are here for the Janitor job," Juana questioned Clara responded with a nodded "Tell me, what are the duties of a janitor" Juana questioned Clara hesitated before answering "They clean?" She replied sounding more like she was asking a question than answering. Juana looked at her questioningly and smiled "Have you ever done anything like cleaning washrooms and handling equipment" "I know how to clean a washroom" Clara responded

"That statue belongs to the only person who has helped us all these years. A mysterious stranger who has been providing for us, keeping us alive, comforting us while our Alpha was off doing who-knows-what!" A murmur of agreement rises, voices overlapping. "That stranger granted our wishes like a true leader should!" "He’s an angel sent by the Goddess!" "He gave us food when we were starving!" "He kept our homes warm through the brutal winters!" The old man straightens, his voice ringing with finality. “We don’t want Alpha Elijah anymore. We’ve already decided—we want the mysterious man as our Alpha. We named him… Alpha Santa!” I blink. I stare. I try to hold it in.

“From your words, you sound like you look down on security guards.” “In your opinion, is being reduced to working as a security guard a very honorable thing? Hansel, I know you have high self-esteem, but I still have to tell you the bad news truthfully. My boss has already recruited a security guard, so you’re too late, but… We seem to be short a janitor — the kind that cleans toilets. Since we were from the same hometown, I can ask the boss for you if you’re willing to do some cleaning.” “Job positions aren’t divided by whether it’s noble or lowly. I don’t know where your sense of superiority came from, but I’m not here to apply for a job today.”

Be sure to guard this place well young kid' ‘Yeah, as if they can go through me. If then, I’ll just punch them till they die’ ‘That was quite vulgar to say. No need to kill others. We will die eventually anyway. Let’s just live in peace. Will we?’ ‘Hey Mr. Janitor, I am thinking… are you a saint?’ ‘You messing around with me?’ ‘Just kidding. Thanks!’ ‘Yeah, yeah, sure' The old man wave his hands. But even in that vivid memory, Jackson can’t help but remember how the old man waved goodbye at him.

, I looked away from him as he hesitated to respond. "Your an owner of this company, your supposed to do real work not janitorial staff", he said offending me, but could I really blame him he didn't know about my past, or frankly anything about me. We were both standing at different sides of the table, which just added to the intensity. "Being a janitor is real work, it's definitely real work and those people who are janitors work so hard doing things that you can't even do", his face boiled.

Aside from avoiding trouble with her suitor or whatever her relationship with that bastard, I don't want other people to think that we have a thing. Presently, I am heading back now to our room section. As I am walking down the lobby when I saw the janitor of our school from the distance. He was collecting the garbages and put it on the garbage cart he was holding. I think he was the janitor that Cali was talking about to. I walk in his direction. "Let me help you," I say and carry the trash can that he was about to grab. "Oh, thank you, buddy." He says. He is already old, but not that fragile man.