Rise of the lowly janitor

*Jake POV*It’s been two full months without George’s usual ‘let’s piss off Jake’ stunts. My colleagues think that his grandfather taking liking into me might be the cause, but I can’t help thinking that he is just laying low and ready to pounce when my gut is down. It is during lunchtime and I am a few steps away from my room when two of my colleagues try to block my way.I am immediately suspicious, this is very usual. Their facial expressions tell me this is not a joke either. “What’s going on?”They exchange looks before I hear a familiar moan and my heart sinks. I am screaming in my head. This can’t be happening! “You like that?” George’s proud disgusting voice asks. My heart stops when my fiancée responds. “Yes! George, Oh! Yes!”What the fuck? George, I expect anything from him but not Leticia. She is my woman, the one I have been saving all my wages to spend the rest of my life with. “And that water-boy you call a fiancée?”I can hear the menacing in his voice as he asks

*Mr Smith POV*I could not believe my eyes when I come face to face with the young man my stupid men were beating. Sharp eyes like Olivia’s but everything else is Dan. It took everything to stop myself from embracing him, but how could I? I have failed him dismally but maybe…Grabbing my phone and locking myself in the sound proof, secured basement, I reach out to the only person I can. “Tom?” A slurred deep voice answers. “You are drunk, so early?”This has unfortunately become my only remaining friend’s state. Well, it’s mine too on many occasions despite my righteous attitude now. “Did you call me to preach?”“I met the boy.” I get to the point and the line goes completely silent. I look at the phone to see if it’s still connected. “Len? Are you there?”“Yeh.”“Did you hear what I said?”“Yeh.”“And?” I ask, getting irritated by his one liner answers. “And nothing. We did enough. Heaven’s knows I can’t even look at myself on the mirror.”“Len, man. You had…”“I had what?” L

*Jake POV*I have lost count of the stupid things George and his groupies do to get on my nerves. The problem with the routine is that they now know when I am on stands or on cleaning duty. I swear it has become their life’s mission to make mine miserable. I start two hours earlier than all my colleagues because most of my time is spent cleaning up the mess the rich boys intentionally make for me to clear. This morning it’s the eggshells that are scattered all over the parking lot. I am already sweating from sweeping the massive area and the sun is starting to get really hot. I am dripping with sweat by the time I get the hose, spraying and clearing the stains. Mr Reed does not engage with us much but he expects this place to be world class and sparkling. Failure to do this leads to a significant cut in our wages. I am folding the cleaning equipment up, ready to start my actual cleaning activities for the day when I notice an expensive leather wallet on the grass, not so far from t

*Jake POV*All I want is return to my room and lick my wounds, but unfortunately, George has other plans. He and his friends are right by the elevators and stairs. I can’t avoid them even if I try. “Hey, water-boy. Need some sex lessons?” George shouts while his groupies laugh. “My bet. You actually know more that I do. Having had older experienced women very young. You should tell me how it feels dipping your tiny weeny is a well and all.”I completely lose it and finally snap. More than the list of my parent, my assault by my foster parents still haunts me at night. The therapist and Leticia are the only two people I ever told about it. Leticia knew just how hurtful that was to me yet she happily told George about it.My rage brewing out of control, my fist lands hard on his jaw, I hear it crack as the impact sends him flying across the floor.It’s too late by the time Bra Steve’s calming voice plays in my head. “Stand down, Kid. He is trying to get you fired.”Too late, George is

*Jake POV*“Jake! Jake! Jake!” My colleagues shout like I am some superhero the moment I walk into the clubhouse. “Seriously, Guys?”“Dude, you saved the president. You were awesome!”“Everyone wants a piece of you out there.”Guys can also be very dramatic sometimes. I entertain them for a few minutes before attempting to leave. Now that everything has settled down, I am actually exhausted and want to get out of here. “Where’s Tanya?”“Huh!”There’s definitely a story there. “Huh, what?”“She is fuming that you risked your life like that. Melanie had to console her the whole time you were out there. Poor Melanie even had to dig up her childhood prayers,”one responds and it starts all over again. “Don’t listen to them, Jake, but she is really upset. You better have some charms up your sleeve for getting her so worried,” Melanie objects but I can totally see her consoling and praying with Tanya. She is one of the kindest and empathetic women in the racetrack. “Our Miss Asherway is