Janitor Mga Nobela at Kwento

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 stood and watched subtly as she seemed to be making a call. "Sorry, Mrs. Bayer. The adjacent elevator is still under maintenance. Can I... take this one?" the janitor asked, dragging his heavy cart while pulling his hat down to obscure part of his face. Lavínia examined him quickly, as if trying to recognize something familiar, but nodded indifferently. "Of course, step in."

" You're going to keep on cleaning this entire house and it's surroundings for three days until I ask you to stop. And on an empty stomach too." "please sir, don't do this. " I watched her skin pale in my grip. " It was an accident." ' "I'm not done yet because that's not all" I smirked. " After the third day, you'll resume work in one of my gas plant. As their janitor."

"I'm applying for the janitor position." Jian Tong's rough voice solemnly filled the small office and successfully halted the woman's steps. The woman paused, turned around, and with raised eyebrows, looked her up and down again, now suspicious, "It's rare to see someone in their twenties willing to stoop to being a janitor and endure hardship."

“You are right. And any staff who misses the bus should find his or her way to work.” “It is all right. We will see how it goes.” “Okay, Sergeant.” Afterward, he left for his office while Capt. Bruce continued to wait. To his delight, a male janitor was standing by the door with his cleaning tools. “Good morning, Sgt. Young,” the twenty-two years old janitor, greeted him. He smiled softly and responded, “Good morning. What is your name?” “My name is Gilbert Headstone, Boss.” “That is good. Come in, Gilbert,” he said and opened the door.

He had a dirty blue jacket wrapped around his waist that did nothing to hide his confidence. We watched him approach us with a cute smile. He was indeed a fine gentleman, as my uncle said, especially when it was sunny. He bowed to Lord Ralph's brother, who sized him up. "And who are you?" Lord Colbert asked. "My name is Bryce; I am the janitor around here. More of a technician." "Shouldn't you be repairing a car or something?" "Actually, I promised to see my girlfriend during my break," Bryce replied, gesturing toward me.

“Don’t tell me the janitor is the one you’re interviewing.” “Okay, I won’t tell you. What’s wrong with janitors? Don’t tell me you’re a snob.” “Of course not. I just meant…I mean—” “Yeah. That’s what I caught myself thinking, too, when I got here. I was being a snob, myself. Janitor is an old and noble profession, just like any other.” “Who are you trying to convince? Me, or you?” Deedra needled. “You. I’m already convinced. And, Dee?”

One of them couldn't help but say in a low voice, "That's fine! This kid follows him down there; he'll definitely be..." Another rosehip waiter then curled his lips and said, "You think it's good or not? Maybe after this, that kid can change his life! Wasn't Nathan a janitor back in the day? After being "taught" by Christian in the wolf room, he was immediately promoted to rosehip waiter, now becoming Eric's effective hand. How much money does a janitor make? With that kid's good looks, becoming a rosehip waiter will make a lot of money! "

AFTER she had left, he called in a janitor through the intercom and he strolled in, it was a male janitor. He strolled in carrying a bucket and a mop stick. "Good morning Sir", he greeted, bowing slightly. "Clean up that mess", Oswald said to him, picked up the tea cup, saucer and spoon and threw into the trashcan close by, then continued with his work. "Okay Sir", the janitor said and got down to work instantly.

I questioned, folding my arms across my chest. "Ariana, I am sorry for what happened," Jeremy began. "I made a mistake in the past, letting you go and subjecting you to all the suffering," Jeremy said. "Please, I just need a chance to right my wrong. I know you are over me, but please, I just need to do this," he went on. " I understand you don't want to be my assistant. I have another offer," he said. "Instead of being the janitor, I am offering you the position of head janitor. It comes with a salary of $6000 monthly, plus an extra $3000 in value benefits," he said, staring at me with an expectation.