Monster Inc Janitor Novels & Stories

Miller growled, slamming him back into the chair. I stepped into the light, my eyes narrowing as I looked at him. There was something familiar about his face—the sallow skin, the nervous twitch in his eye. "Wait," Miller said, leaning in. "I know this guy. He’s with 'Sparkle & Shine.' He’s on the night cleaning crew for the server annex." "A janitor?" I asked, looking at the high-end rigs around the room. "A janitor managed to bypass a Tier-4 firewall and drain more than forty million dollars?"

The scene was exactly the same as when she'd forced me to sign the "Family Member Employment Contract" "Flourishing Age's property management company happens to have openings in the housekeeping department and the security department. The position features a base salary of 3,000 dollars plus performance-based incentives, with full board and housing included." When Mom saw the word "janitor" in the contract, she immediately went white as a sheet. She, a veteran HR professional who once wielded real power at a Fortune 500 company, was going to work as a janitor scrubbing toilets? Rodney was even more shaken, because the job I'd lined up for him was a security guard.

My paranoid mind started to overthink again. Monica lowered her face, looking embarrassed and fazed. "I... I am an orphan, Miss Clark. I used to have many jobs because I had to survive. I work in clubs as a waitress and sell pieces of information to people just like that vampire woman did. Until I got arrested and was marked as a slave to different masters before."

He had taken only a few steps when a heavy voice stopped him. “Janitor.” Mr Whimper slowed and paused. “Please, could you clean the hallway at the kids’ section?” the voice continued. “There’s been a spill of water from the hallway leading to the principal’s office.” Without turning around, Mr Whimper muttered, “Okay,” his head still lowered. He remained exactly where he was, listening closely until the footsteps faded and the person moved away. Only then did he act, slipping quickly into a nearby room and disappearing from sight.

“Can’t you see that I’m cleaning here? I was here before you bombed into me anyhow.” Several heads turned immediately and the corridor froze at a go. Tony’s mouth parted in disbelief. “How dare you?” he shouted. “You filthy janitor! Do you want to get fired? Didn’t it occur to your empty skull that you’re talking to the CEO of Morgan Group?” But instead of shaking in fear, she smiled — wide and almost pitying. “Still acting high and mighty when you owe six hundred billion dollars, huh?” she replied. People gasped and in turn, Tony’s eyes enlarged.

In the hallway, a janitor stood cornered, trembling, clutching her mop handle like a lifeline. “You didn’t see anything,” Mark hissed lowly, stepping closer. “Say a word, and you’re next.” The janitor, barely a whisper of a presence in the company’s hierarchy, nodded rapidly, too scared to disobey. With another sharp command, Mark gestured to a massive trash bin that had been rolled in. “Push this down to the underground garage. Someone’s waiting. Don’t fall behind.” Pale as chalk, the janitor obeyed, maneuvering the bin into the elevator. Behind her, Mark made a quick call. The snippets she caught—“abandoned factory,” “clean job”—made her stomach turn.

"You have to clean up all these debris and dirt, Ryan. This is according to the CEO's orders! If you don't do it, you'll never be a supervisor at Nano-ID!" Ryan nodded once. The pink Honda Jazz pulled into the parking lot. He repeatedly honked at the janitor to get out of his way. However, Ryan, who had been guaranteed the position of supervisor, was rather arrogant even though he was now holding a broomstick. "Ryan?" muttered Marissa. She thought, 'That means the phone call the other day was true.' Pimmmpp!!! Marissa got her head out of the car. "Janitor, can you help me park my car. Put your work tools down first!"

"Why are you being so rude? Is this how you treat the benefactor who took care of you for the past three years?" Benefactor? If he was my benefactor, then what was I supposed to make of these scars all over me? I let out a mocking laugh, yet my body trembled uncontrollably. I couldn't be sure if it was out of anger or disgust. Mom also stepped forward to persuade me. "We asked Liam to take care of you the past three years you were in Mykorra's war zone. It's all thanks to him that you were able to come back safely, Wendy. You shouldn't repay kindness with ingratitude."

"The day would be better if I wasn't with you here. Come into my office, we have a score to settle and you know it. We know that you are nothing more than a cheap, useless, worthless murderer." Louise That woman disgusted me, although she wanted to give me a good picture of herself, it didn't work for me. A few days ago I had the displeasure of seeing some of her old conversations with Mauricio, I have to agree that the naked pictures of her made a good album, but that Mauricio had terrible taste in women. "You are bad, Mrs. Monroeli." - One of the security guards said as they both laughed.

He adjusted his mask and got off his car. Then, he hurried to the gatehouse and used the overused semi public toilet. He was lucky to get there earlier than others. At last, despite the cold, he gargled and washed his face with cold water before he answered the call of nature and returned to his car relieved. Now, the janitor was through with the first car and skipped Bruno's car and was on the next. He got into his car and shut the door. Likewise, he ran his hand through his head and yawned due to starvation. At that point, nothing seemed to work in his life other than to hide in his car, and he did that. Suddenly, the janitor knocked on his window and disrupted his thoughts. He wound down