Because Janitor San Is Not A Hero Novels & Stories

Nicholas said with a laugh as he finished his wine and reached for the bottle to refill his glass. "I'm a police officer, I don't hit women." Gavin defended himself. "A police officer huh?" Nicholas asked his gaze flashing over to his mom who didn't bother to meet his eyes, "You sure know how to pick em don't you mom?" Nicholas asked with a pointed look at his mom. I knew what he was talking about, Jack was a police officer too. "You know my dipshit of a father was a police officer too." "Nicholas!" Grace and I said at the same time Esmeralda said something about a swear jar.

“Tru, if you become my luna, I will pay for your school, but you won’t need it. You can even quit this dead-end job of yours. Do you really like being a cleaner?” I stare at Bryan in shock. He comes from money, but I didn’t realize he was this much of a snob. “There is nothing wrong with what I do. I like being an assistant, and it doesn’t bother me to clean. At least it’s honest work. Now, if you will excuse me.” I turn towards my car, but Bryan grabs my arm.

“Give me the cue and I am all set.” “Good, you better not fail this time,” an automated voice snickered, “like all those fools before you.” The janitor spoke with a hoarse voice that was deeply engraved with hatred. “I won’t fail.” He gritted his teeth. Not this time! “Let your action speak louder.” There was a brief silence before the automated voice spoke again. “It’s time.” The call automatically cut off. The janitor pressed a few buttons and knobs on the switch gear panel, his action was stiff but determined as if it was something he had memorized over time. “It’s done,” he hissed as he pressed a red button.

A young janitor mopped up the wine lying on the floor and Melody felt a little embarrassed to put him to work. “Sorry,” she said to him as he walked past her retreating. The young man looked at her as if she had two heads. “What did I say?” she asked Timothy in confusion. “No customer here apologizes for putting them to work. That’s what he gets paid for. You did and he’s not used to that.” “Why should it be the garbage man’s turn to pick it up, you’re going to go spreading waste all over the street? Just because he’s going to pick it up and it’s his job? Isn’t there a thank you for those who don’t have a college degree?”

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.

That is not even a home it's a house where so many humans live under a single roof. In that house there is Mr. Danielle Anderson and his wife Mrs. Julia Anderson and me a mistake, their so called daughter who is a burden on them and good for nothing. I'm nothing to them and they are nothing to me. But infront of media they show how much they love me. And in reality, they didn't even know in which school I study what I like and dislike.

Likewise, she had a few number of staff who were overused. “You will have to wait for the plates to be washed, please,” the unkempt woman announced when she exhausted her washed dishes. Now, the desperate customers decided to help themselves by washing the dishes by themselves. Bruno had no choice than to do the same. Afterward, he was served and he paid one thousand Naira. Thereafter, he took his food to his car and ate to his satisfaction. Later, he drove into a petrol station and bought petrol for four thousand Naira. Nevertheless, he drove back to the hotel to meet the janitor patiently waiting for him. “Bros, you are back?” “Yes. Thank you.” “You took long, and I was worried that your b

You're welcome here He smiled and I smiled broadly Me: thank you sir Janitor : you know what? Cindy, don't worry about the toilets anymore. I'll have other maids to do it. Spend time with your friend Cindy : really? Thank you so much. Blue you're the best goodluck charm ever I laughed and thanked the janitor We left and went to do other things Next day, Derek called me and told me not to be nervous that the prince was nice. I breathed in and thanked him.

"Let’s end this." Sanchez laughed weakly, leaning against the wall. "You boys think you’re heroes? You’re just more killers, like me." Dino stared down at him, eyes cold. "The difference is, we don’t betray our own." Lorenzo aimed at the door. "Here they come." The first wave of Sanchez’s men stormed in. Gunfire exploded. Dino moved fast, taking down one, then another. Elena fired beside him, her shots precise. Lorenzo fought with lethal efficiency, proving his allegiance with every bullet.

It unsettled me then, and it unsettled me now. Why though? There are thousands of sad stories in this city. People groveling, breaking and surviving. I'd built an empire by learning to tune them out. Yet I couldn't tune her out. I'd told myself my donation had been an act of fairness. A small correction. But I knew the truth, it had been instinct. For some reason, I wanted her safe. And now, hearing about her again, that same feeling burned in my chest. "What's her name?" I asked, then I shook my head. "Never mind. She's just a single-mother janitor. Since she helped my grandmother, call her supervisor. Make sure she and her pub aren't bullied. That's the least she deserves."