Janitor Novels & Stories

Not only that, if possible, Zoe avoids rubbing her body against who or what. When the elevator closed, there was a hand that prevented it from closing. Yuna and Zoe were both surprised when they saw it was the janitor. He was carrying the cleaning tools and the long mop. Zoe went to the far corner so that Yuna or anything wouldn’t hit her. Even though she and Yuna are friends, she still doesn’t want to touch the woman. “Sorry, misses. I need to get home. I’ll just go down with you.” The janitor apologizes to them. She did not answer. The janitor even pushed the wheeled carton where the cleaning su

She quickly bent down to pick it up, but right then, a janitor rushed over and started cleaning up the trash. He wore a cap and mask that covered his face fully. His head was lowered. Even so, his movements were controlled and decisive. He also seemed to be worried that Ginnie would dirty her hands and refused to let her get near the trash. “I’m sorry, Sir. We didn’t notice the trash can just now. Let me help you clean it up.” But the janitor only bowed his head even further and kept rejecting Ginnie’s offer by waving his hands. Even though he said nothing, his stance was firm; he would not let her pick up the trash.

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.

Coming through it a few seconds later, Adam came to a stop in front of my desk. “I need you to find some files for me, then make some calls to set a meeting for next month.” Handing me a long list of instructions, he walked away. Going down to the files room, I searched for the twenty files that he requested before handing them to him. Going over to my office, I saw a Janitor that was rifling through my things. “What are you doing?” I demanded. “I was just cleaning up miss,” The janitor answered back weirdly. “Is there something wrong with your voice?”

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 co

I'l make him tofu. ""Thank you again,"" Now they are gone, I'm the only one here except to the janitor whose doing a decent job, cleaning the desk and mopping the floor all over the divert "I need to do my friend's job, she's really useless at some point but in many regards she's my hope.

No one wanted to hire him, not even as a waiter. Fortunately, the club was a place where all kinds of people came together. They didn't care about his past. The private room was loud and boisterous. It was a small gathering of more than a dozen young people. Some were playing cards, and some were singing karaoke. Everyone was having a great time. No one paid any attention to the janitor. Alistair knelt on the floor and started cleaning up the vomit.

"It’s an underground facility carved into the heart of the mountains. No sunlight or luxuries that you are used to. Just a year of being broken down and 'rebuilt' into a soldier. Or, as is more common with boys like you, just being broken." Maxton leaned forward, his gaze intensifying. "The instructors there don't care about your last name, they only care about results and then there are the 'Janitors.' Do you know who they are, Evan? They are the men who come in at the end of every week to clean up the mess. They carry out the bodies of the ones who weren't strong enough to survive the week…No one knows where the bodies go. They just... vanish." Evan’s knees

Cock throbbing in his grip, phone screen still glowing. The boots stopped outside his stall. A low, gravelly voice cut through the quiet. “I know what you’re doing, kid.” Tyler’s stomach dropped. He didn’t breathe. The voice belonged to Mr. Delgado, the janitor. Late thirties, maybe early forties. Built like he spent his off-hours lifting weights instead of mopping floors. Always in the gray work shirt with the sleeves rolled to show thick forearms, always smelled faintly of bleach and clean sweat. Tyler had caught him staring once or twice in the halls, nothing obvious, just a lingering look that made his skin prickle.

"Why would a respected professor assault someone like that? What, is she blind to her own condition?" "A compulsive gambler isn't a good person. The police should really investigate her." "This housekeeper is terrifying. No one will dare hire her again." "So this whole performance was just to scam money to pay off loan sharks?" Just as netizens were verbally tearing into the mother and daughter, the paternity test results came out. A staff member named Evan Brooks walked into the hall, holding the report. When he looked up and saw the nude photos, he awkwardly lowered his head.