Heavy voices of excited men and ladies hung hugely over Jamole’s house. Today was the 24th birth day party of his adorable wife, Stella Pitcher and although she had hinted him about it a few nights ago, yet he was still lost in his gloom due to what she demanded for a birthday gift.Nights on end Jamole had been nagged by countless nightmares over thought of meeting her demand. He barely could provide a proper square meal for Stella so he wondered what would inspire his elegant wife to demand for an Arabic Coral Gold Ring.He didn’t know the worth of the gold ring but with the few celebrities he had seen donning it, he knew it wasn’t a piece of cake.With his oversized shoes which had its sole gaping at the ceiling and his I-was-white T-shirt over bottom-patched pants, he was all ready for work but without the audacity to go to his wife in the sitting room to demand for ten dollar which was his transport fare to work.The merriment continued in a very thumping manner and they were abo

When he arrived at the municipal post office complex he was already gasping for breath and sweating like a pig.His wife that used to assist him with transport fare had divorced him and life seemed to be throwing at him now.About drifting to the dress room to change into his uniform and resume cleaning, his boss’s beaming voice caught him. “Jamole! You are late again. You rotten maggot!” he cursed. Dean Bur was his boss, a tall, strong featured man who humiliated him at any slightest chance.“What do you have to say about this Jamole?” he pointed around the dirty complex, “The whole place is messed up over the weekend. I expected you to resume on time and clean up before customers would start coming.” He was almost raising his voice. “I need explanations, fool.”Jamole raised his gaze and raised a pitiable, sullen brow. “Apologies, boss. I shouldn’t have come late. It …it,” he stuttered, “It is just that I have unsolved problems with my wife, who deprived me my transport fare that is

Jamole kept pinching himself just to be sure he wasn’t dreaming. Swan Pablo kept ringing in his head and he began to recall all about Swan Pablo.Swan Pablo was the richest tycoon in Antipolo who had avarice of group of companies in real estate. He was the CEO of the prestigious Swan Real Estates and a few months ago he was worth two billion dollars. Swan Pablo was a fat cat everyone wanted to reckon with.Anitpolo never knew much about Swan’s private life and family even everyone thought he never had family. And never in Jamole’s life had he thought the disable girl he proposed marriage to was Swan’s daughter and only child.“I am Susan Pablo, my dear,” Susan intoned, all smiles, as she sat next to Jamole in the Lamborghini.“Oh my God! So this is true. What is about happening to me? What fate is about to befall me? Susan Pablo? Swan Pablo’s daughter?” Jamole sounded in his mind.Seeing the cloud of surprise on his face, Susan explained yet further, “As a matter of fact I am the only

Jamole stood to his feet, advanced to the mirror opposite and took a glance at himself. His face lacked emotion and there was nothing on his mind other than vengeance.Susan was still mad at him. She steered her wheel chair toward Jamole as she couldn’t stop questioning him. “It is absolutely demeaning and embarrassing that my husband who is supposed to be the heir to the prestigious Swan Real Estate is opting for the position of a janitor.”Jamole gazed upon Susan and saw her face go crimson. He owed her a lot of explanation and he was going to let her into his pain in a short while. But for now he would have to disguise as a janitor. His vengeance was going to be slow and steady. None of his enemies will escape his stroke.“I know my dear. I appreciate this opportunity your family has offered me and I promise to be loyal till the end of time. But you see I am just a simple, humble man,” he lied and wouldn’t want Susan to know that Stella was his ex wife and she cheated on him with he

The next day Jamole rode on a scooter to the Swan Real Estate complex. As usual the rush hour on Monday morning couldn’t let him go into the sky scraper which had SWAN REAL ESTATE GROUP written on it.Jamole sucked a deep breath upon seeing the splendor of Swan Real Estate. Indeed Swan Pablo was the richest tycoon in Antipolo and he was fortunate to serve as his heir.“I can’t believe I own all of this now and these busy staff are under my control. What a life,” he said in his mind as he gazed upon the towering sky scraper.Jamole could see the tons of staff that rushed into the elevator to sign into their offices and get down to work. He was having handy a brown envelop which had his application letter for the post of a janitor he was applying for.When he saw two young men in blue jumpsuit and Swan Janitor written on their back, he knew those were the people he would work with, while he carried out his vengeance.“Hey, hey,” Jamole called on the janitors who were about to get down to