The Quintillion Superstar System

7. Wash The Stinky Toilets

Chapter Seven

Seeing the extravagant vehicles only reminded him of the vast gap between his own circumstances and those of his classmates.

As the day went on, Vincent couldn't help but feel like an outsider. The conversations around him revolved around luxury vacations, designer boutiques, and the latest gadgets.

He listened quietly, unable to contribute to the discussions that seemed to define the social fabric of the university.

His mind began to wander back to his shabby little house, where a simple meal on the table was a luxury, where every dollar counted.

He recalled the nights he spent working odd jobs to save money for his education, sacrificing sleep and leisure. At that moment, he questioned whether his efforts had been in vain.

Yet, amidst the turmoil in his mind, Vincent also felt a flicker of determination. He refused to let his financial shortcomings define him.

He had earned his place in this university through hard work and intellect, and he wouldn't let material wealth undermine his worth.

Vincent managed to locate his business administration lecture halls and had the first lecture by a Nobel prize professor and millionair.

Vincent found himself summoned into the administrative office of his university on a sunny afternoon.

It was his classmate, Asher, that directed him and showed him where the admin block is located.

“Thanks man, I’m Vincent “ Vincent said politely, giving his hands a hand shake.

“Cool,I’m Asher. I will head out now, “ Asher said before disappearing.

The news awaiting him there was far from what he expected. With a beating heart and a knot forming in his stomach, he hesitantly stepped inside the office, his mind filled with anticipation and a tinge of anxiety.

The administrative office, a spacious room with large windows, was adorned with certificates and photographs of distinguished alumni.

The air carried a distinct scent of paper and the murmur of hushed conversations. Behind a polished wooden desk sat Ms. Jenkins, the stern-faced administrative officer known for her no-nonsense approach.

Vincent , clad in a casual yet presentable attire, approached the desk with a sense of trepidation. Ms. Jenkins glanced up from her paperwork, her eyes scrutinizing him over the rim of her glasses. She motioned for him to take a seat, her expression giving away nothing.

Nervously, Vincent settled into the chair, his mind racing with questions. What could have gone wrong? Was he being called in for a disciplinary matter?

His academic performance had always been satisfactory, so he couldn't fathom any major transgressions on his part. The uncertainty gnawed at him as he waited for Ms. Jenkins to speak.

Finally, breaking the silence, Ms. Jenkins cleared her throat and straightened a stack of papers before her. Her voice, crisp and professional, filled the room.

"Mr.Vincent," she began, her tone measured, "I have called you in today to discuss an important matter regarding your financial obligations to the university."

Vincent 's heart sank. He hadn't expected his finances to be the topic of discussion. He listened intently, steeling himself for what was to come.

Ms. Jenkins continued, her voice unwavering.

"As a student at this esteemed institution, you are required to pay a sum of $50,000 for faculty dues, club fees, and vacation contributions. This amount is due by the end of the month."

The young man's eyes widened in disbelief. He hadn't anticipated such a hefty demand. The figure loomed before him, casting a shadow on his dreams and aspirations. How could he come up with such a large sum in such a short time?

A whirlwind of thoughts raced through Vincent 's mind. He couldn't fathom the idea of burdening his parents, who had already sacrificed so much to support his education. The weight of the responsibility threatened to crush his spirit, but he refused to let despair consume him.

Summoning his courage, Vincent looked directly into Ms. Jenkins' eyes.

"Ma'am, I understand the importance of fulfilling my financial obligations, but this amount is beyond my means. Is there any way we can work out a payment plan or explore alternative options?"

Ms. Jenkins regarded him for a moment, her gaze softening ever so slightly. She leaned back in her chair, considering his request.

"Mr.Vincent Hugo, I appreciate your honesty and willingness to find a solution. Let me consult with the university's financial aid office to see if we can devise a suitable arrangement."

Relief washed over Vincent 's face, a glimmer of hope rekindling in his eyes. The weight on his shoulders seemed to lighten, even if just a little. He knew the road ahead would be challenging, but he was determined to explore every possible avenue to pursue his education.

As the administrative officer made a note of their conversation, Vincent 's mind wandered to the possibilities.

He considered taking up part-time work, applying for another form of scholarships, and seeking advice from mentors. In the face of adversity, he found strength in his resolve to overcome the obstacles that lay before him.

Minutes turned into an hour as Ms. Jenkins tirelessly explored options to assist Vincent . Eventually, she looked up, a hint of satisfaction in her eyes.

"Mr. Hugo, I have spoken with the financial aid office, and we can arrange a payment plan that accommodates your current situation if you agree to work part time For the school . While it won't be easy, it will provide you with the opportunity to fulfill your obligations gradually."

Vincent 's heart leaped with gratitude. He knew that this was just the beginning of his journey, but the path now appeared less daunting. With renewed determination, he thanked Ms. Jenkins for her assistance.

“What can I do ?” Vincent asked

“You will be incharge of washing and cleaning the toilets .Both the male and female toilets , you will also be in charge of washing the sports clothes of those engaged in the school activities and after school, you will join them in the cafeteria too wash the dishes and mop the floor till it is sparkling clean “

Her words tore Vincent’s heart , it feels like he is going to be a slave for the school.

“You want me to wash the toilet ?” Vincent stammered

“Yes,it’s either you agree to it or drop out of school” she said with all seriousness.

“Okay, fine. I will wash the toilet “ Vincent said sighing with deafest , his life became worse just when he thought it wouldn’t.

“You start today“

“Yes ma” Vincent said and head for the toilet after school.

The overpowering stench that escaped from within nearly knocked him backward, but with a determined expression on his face, he braced himself and stepped into the abyss.

As Vincent cautiously entered the restroom, he was greeted by a sight that could only be described as repugnant. The once-white tiles were now stained with dirt and grime, while the dull lighting cast eerie shadows across the decaying walls. The air was heavy with a cocktail of unpleasant odors, a testament to the negligence that had befallen this forsaken place.

Taking a deep breath to steady his nerves, Vincent proceeded towards the row of sinks, his eyes fixated on the filthy basins that hadn't seen a drop of water in weeks. He grabbed a pair of yellow rubber gloves and yanked them onto his trembling hands, a protective shield against the filth he was about to confront.

Armed with a mop, a bucket, and a determined spirit, Vincent rolled up his sleeves and set to work. He cautiously turned on the faucet, the rusty handle protesting in protest, as a trickle of water began to flow from the tap. He wetted the mop and plunged it into the murky bucket, absorbing the pungent liquid before wringing it out, sending a splatter of dirty water onto the grimy floor.

As he made his way to the first cubicle, Vincent 's face contorted with disgust. The toilet seat was adorned with streaks of an unknown substance, a sight that made his stomach churn.

With unwavering determination, he approached it and began scrubbing vigorously, his muscles aching with each forceful stroke. The bristles of the brush scraped against the porcelain, slowly erasing the traces of neglect.

Time seemed to slip away as Vincent toiled away, lost in a world of his own making. He didn't notice the passing minutes or the intermittent sounds of footsteps outside. His focus was unwavering, his goal clear—to restore a semblance of cleanliness to this abode of decay.

Moving from one cubicle to another, Vincent encountered various horrors—caked layers of grime, unidentifiable stains, and an assortment of debris littering the floor.

With unwavering determination, he attacked each problem head-on, never flinching, never shying away. He scrubbed, wiped, and polished until his arms trembled with fatigue, his skin glistening with perspiration.

As the afternoon sun began its descent, casting long shadows through the grimy windows, a remarkable transformation occurred.

The once-odorous restroom started to regain a flicker of its former glory. The tiles, though still far from pristine, began to regain their original hue, and the air, once putrid, was slowly infused with a hint of cleanliness.

Vincent paused for a moment, leaning against the wall, his breath ragged. He surveyed the room, a mixture of pride and exhaustion etched across his face. He had battled against the forces of neglect and emerged victorious, leaving behind a testament to his perseverance.

Satisfied with his efforts, Vincent packed up his cleaning supplies and exited the restroom but when he was going out a group of young men rushed into the toilet roughy pushing him and making him fall down on the floor.

“Excuse me , why will you push me like that?” Vincent stuttered but before he could stand up the boys stayed removing their dirty smelling sports clothes, socks and even underwears throwing it at his face and body.

“Shut up, you dirty toilet washer. No one dares talk to us anyhow . We rule this school and you should bow down whenever you see us coming your way because our parents are the billionaire ‘s and millionaire’s of this country so mere commoners like you should worship us!” A young man shouted arrogantly at Vincent.

Vincent still in great shock and embarrassment ignored the proud rich guys and tried to stand up but they kicked his legs till he fell down on the slippery floor , his lips even touching the floor of their expensive and dirty sports boots as if he is some kind of a miserable slave.