Twenty Eight

Jake stopped mopping immediately and turned to see who it was. He saw a stunning lady who was dressed in a very beautiful cloth. Her skin shone like the sun and her makeup was well done. She looked every inch exceptional.

Jake could spot a few drops of water on her expensive and shiny shoes. He hadn't seen her coming, as he was carried away by the music he was humming.

“I apologize Miss. I'll wipe it clean,” he apologized and bent low to clean off the dirt on the shoe.

“Don't you dare!” she screamed in a shrill voice.

“How dare you touch my shoes? Do you think you can afford them? I guess you want to use those filthy and messy hands of yours on my shoes, right? Gosh! This is insane!” she kicked his mopping bucket spilling more water on the floor he had taken time and pain to wipe clean and some touched him in the process. Jake frowned his face and tightened his fists. On a second thought, he realised he was acting like a mere cleaner and not a wealthy man.

“Dearest, what's keepin