Chapter 18

“Sorry for disturbing your sleep.” Sophia bowed down 90 degrees. Her expression was calm.

Tiffany hated the way Sophia carried herself. She was just a murderer, why was she so proud? “What expression was that? Are you aggrieved that you have to apologize to me? Do you believe that you won’t even get the chance to be a janitor if I’m unhappy with you?”

“Tiffany, don’t push it!” Megan yelled.

Tiffany pretended that she did not hear her and continued to stare at Sophia. “I’m talking to you. Answer me.”

“I’m sorry for disturbing your sleep.” Sophia bowed down and her short hair covered the expression in her eyes. However, her voice remained calm.

Tiffany’s tricks were nothing compared to the inmates in prison.

Tiffany wanted to see her angry. When she saw that Sophia was not fighting back at all, she felt like she had just punched cotton.

She glared at Sophia and turned around to continue playing on her phone.

Sophia took her medicine and laid down. Her stomach was in so much pain that she only fell asleep after midnight. When she got up the next day, her face was terrifyingly pale.

Megan said she wanted to take a day off for Sophia but she declined. With Charles’ order, the person in charge would not allow it.

She took her medicine and groggily went to check in with the person in charge.

“You’re one minute late!” The person in charge almost poked her face with his wagging finger. “Do you not want your salary this month?”

“I’m sorry. I’m not feeling well. I won’t do this next time.” Sophia lowered her head and apologized. She looked tiny in her gigantic uniform.

She was 170cm so she was not small at all. However, she was too thin. She was so thin that she looked unhealthy.

A few other janitors came in. They were not surprised when they saw that she was being scolded. They checked in cheerfully.

“Next time? Do you want this to happen again next time?” The person in charge ignored the other late janitors. “I’ve been working here for so many years and I’ve never seen a worker with such bad work ethics!”

Sophia lowered her head. “I’m sorry.”

“Stop saying sorry. If apologies work why do we still need the police?” The person in charge pointed at her. His spit was flying all over the place. “I don’t care who you were. Now that you’re a janitor here, you have to listen to me.”

Sophia wiped away the spit on her face. “Okay.”

“You’re one minute late so you have to clean one extra floor. You’re in charge of the fourth and fifth floor. I’ll check it later,” said the person in charge.

There were 16 rooms on each floor in Dream Club. She had to clean the corridor, the floor of the rooms, the walls, and also the toilets. Normally, they would need two janitors for one floor.

Sophia cleaned the entire floor alone for the past few days and that was already her limit. Today, he was going to add another floor for her.

She bit her lip tightly. Her chin and back were clenched extremely tight. The fire of rage was burning in her heart. It almost escaped her chest.

“What’s wrong? Are you not happy?” The person in charge lifted his voice.

Sophia clenched her fists that were hidden by her sleeves, but her voice was calm. “No.”

“Good. Even if you are, I don’t care.” The person in charge looked at the time. “Get to work. What are you still waiting for? Do you want me to get your tools for you?”

A few employees passed by and they started laughing.

Sophia lowered his head and went to the room to take her tools. Then, she went upstairs to begin her work.

“Soph,” Two middle-aged janitors walked over. One of them hesitated and asked, “Are you taking the fifth floor?”

Sophia nodded.

“Are you taking the fourth and fifth floor alone?” The other janitor asked.

“Yeah.” Sophia smiled lightly. “Go and rest. I’ll handle this.”

The two janitors looked at each other and one of them sighed. “You’ll die of exhaustion before you finish cleaning two floors! If you have beef with the person in charge, you should work in another place. You’re so young and pretty, I’m sure there are plenty of jobs for you.”

Sophia shook her head. If she could leave, she would have done it a long time ago.

“Oh, you...” One of them sighed in sorrow before she was pulled away by another janitor.

Atrophy of Love: Mr. Harris, Stop Fooling Around!

Chapter 17 Charles Would Not Let Her Go So Easily Sophia grabbed the mop and started mopping. Suddenly, a pair of leather shoes appeared in front of her. “Please lift your legs, thanks.”

The shoes did not move.

She lifted her head and met William’s amber-colored eyes.

“Welcome. Watch out for the wet floor.” Sophia walked to one side with her mop. She did not look at him anymore.

William stared at her. He was boiling with rage.

Sophia ignored him. She took her mop to another spot and continued to work.