Janitor Novels & Stories

Simmon, or I'll be the first to hunt him down! After Jeremy ended the call, the amusement that had been on his face from our earlier banter had faded significantly. He then turned to face me, his expression somewhat complicated. "Tania…" He rarely addressed me like that in the company. "It's all in the past now," I said calmly, tossing the magazine in the trash. Jeremy nodded, not saying another word. When it was time to get off of work, Jeremy and I entered the elevator together. In one corner of the elevator stood a man in a janitor's uniform, his head bowed as he scrubbed vigorously at a stain. He had a stooped figure, streaks of white in his hair, and the

Marcia followed, hips swaying, a satisfied little smile on her lips. “What the hell was that?” I asked. “What?” she said innocently. “You know I don’t like clumsy people.” I rubbed my temples, breathing slowly and heavily. “You hit her.” She shrugged, sliding into the chair opposite my desk and crossing one leg over the other. “She should watch where she’s going.” “Isabella works here.” “She’s a janitor,” she replied, lips curling. “You remember their names now?” I stared at her. Long enough that she shifted uncomfortably. “You were rude.”

he said. "I wish I could say the same," I muttered, stepping aside. Even after all these years, I still didn’t know his name. He was only ever known to us as ‘The Janitor’. And he was the one you called for situations like this. The men moved like ghosts, with absolutely no noise at all. They wrapped the bodies in plastic, removed the broken glass, replaced the carpet, patched the bullet hole, and brought in a brand-new dresser from a truck I hadn't even noticed parked below. In less than an hour, the room looked untouched, as if no one had ever tried to kill me in it. And when they finished, I slipped him a check for a hundred thousand dollars.

She counted them all and calculated each angle. There was a camera pointed at the door of his office, and she was sure there were some inside his office as well. There were many, so Gigi immediately felt nervous; she would definitely have a hard time. Their other colleagues were waiting in the lobby of this floor. There were six janitors assigned to this floor, and they had shifting hours. Kristel and Gigi were assigned to the night shift. "Martina and Kristel, you're in charge here at night. Make sure Mr. McIntosh has gone home before you clean his office. He doesn't like encountering anyone from maintenance; he's a bit sensitive, that's why." Mr. Sarmante ex

I probed further. “No, it contains all the performers and that's both female and male inclusive.” Dom responded, he sounded calm, and I appreciate the fact that he was even answering my question. “You'll meet the housekeeper soon, his name is Mr Sinner, he'll walk you through the remaining things you need to know. I need to leave now, I've other things to do.” Dom mumbled with a gentle sigh, then he stepped out of the room. I watched him as he walked away towards the elevator and my heart began to pound in my mind.

I exhaled and willed myself to show nothing of the heat his presence was igniting in me. My steps echoed as I approached, eyes drifting to Mr. Steve Johnson, the Assistant Branch Manager. “Good evening, sir,” I managed. Steve nodded before turning to Nathaniel. “This is Amira. One of our junior janitors. She's here to take care of the spill.” “Hi.” I gently lowered my tools on the floor and stretched a hand toward him. “It's so nice to see you again.” Silence. He only stared down at my hand as though touching them might contaminate him, before meeting my gaze again.

Nevertheless, I got to the gate and the security guards were not surprised that I was leaving quickly. "He must have shouted at him. Slave driver," one of the guards whispered to the other but I heard him. "Slave driver," the other concurred. The CSO was compassionate. He looked at me and said, "The king of Westminster needs a janitor. You can go there and try your luck." I was happy with the information but my happiness was truncated when another guard said, "The job is for only ladies." "Oh!" The CSO exclaimed, but I had heard enough. "Thank you for informing me," I appreciated them and walked away.

Most quiver in fear, while the rest steps out of my way in a haste. I hate being in the same space with some of these low class staffs, their mere presence irks me. Left for me I'd have fired their sorry ass, but dad always gets in my way. They always tiptoed around me but you'd think some of them would learn but no. “S– sorry, Ms. Wilson. I didn't see you coming,” the damn janitor stammers, eyes pleading, after practically bumping into me, polluting my air with that awful smell.

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.

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.”