After Hours

Chapter 9- thank me later

Today is the worst day ever in my whole entire life. My feet hurts, my stomach is abusing me from the inside, my hands are weak, my body feels tired and fragile, I wanna sleep, and Madame DuBois just send me on another task way up at the last floor. The Executive Floor where the boss men and ladies locate. And I have to ride in that elevator. I hate elevators. What if I get stuck or something?

I watched this movie once where a bunch of people got stuck in an elevator for hours and a lady had a freaking bomb strapped on her freaking body. And I watched another one where the transporter chord of the elevator burst and it crashed to the first floor and exploded.
Crazy shits happens on an elevator.

After keeping my fingers crossed for what seems like an eternity, I finally made it to the top floor with my hand tray which contains soap, disinfectants, sponge and bleach and the squeegee stick I headed to complete my last small task till lunch.

I lazily wipe the glass windows in circle as I spray them with soap. No one really notices me.

"You missed a spot."
I quickly whisk around as I heard a mocking voice. I rolled my eyes exasperatedly. It was that fashionista jerk from down stairs. I instantly regretted turning around and face his teasing grin as he leans over his desk.
He pointed repeatedly at the window and mouthed 'missed a spot', before grinning his perfectly white teeth away. I gave him a 'fuck you' smile and turned back to the window.
He must be a bully, because he's really picking on me now. I've never been picked on before.

I did missed a spot, but who cares?

"Boss man wouldn't like it if the walls aren't kept clean." He sang.
I noticed his bitchy attitude.
This guy really annoys me too. Is everyone on this building so very annoying? Or do they just pick on the cleaners, the poorest people here?

"And you are?" I asked quizzically.

"I am the top floor diva. And your new, cuz you would've heard about me already." He introduced with attitude.  A small smirk displayed on my lips.

"Um," I said thinking. "I haven't honey, and I've been working here two months now."

He gasped dramatically, shocked. He shrug off his expression hiding his disappointment. "Oh, then I guess your ears aren't that important to hear my name." He shot back saucily.

"Well maybe you're the one who's not very important. Top Floor Diva." I scoffs. "Yeah right, where did you get that name from, off the back of a cesspool tuck?" I teased.

He laugh humorlessly. "Saucy, I like you. I'm Jake by the way. Assistant." He grinned widely.

I'm satisfied. "I'm Kerry. Janitor." I grinned back.

"Rule number one Vicky, never make eye contact with these bitches on the top floor. They'll eat you alive. Literally." He said seriously.
Why is he calling me Vicky? I told him my name was Kerry.

"O-OK?." I replied unsure if I should answer or not.

"Your hair," Jake gasped as he moved over and reach out to my hair.