The humiliation was unbearable. I had never experienced such degradation in my life. I vowed to seek revenge, to make Philip pay for his actions. And Lily, the woman who falsely accused me of sexual harassment, she wouldn't get away with it either.
As for Jessica Lawrence, the woman who appeared aloof but had a depraved heart, I would retaliate and expose her true nature!
I would make her kneel and apologize to me, then take her from behind and fuck her hard!
Amidst the laughter of my colleagues, I left the office and headed to the janitor's break room.
A female janitor saw me enter and asked in confusion, "Aren't you supposed to be working in the office? What are you doing here? This is where the janitors stay!"
To preserve my dignity, I lied, "The boss wanted to test my willpower, so she sent me here to do the cleaning."
The janitor saw through my lie and mocked me. "Don't fool me, you must have been punished by the boss! I've seen too many like you!"
My lie was exposed, and I felt embarrassed.
I, a man, was being looked down upon by a janitor!
To add insult to injury, she assigned me to clean the office area and the women's restroom. I was speechless. Why should I, a man, clean the women's restroom? However, when I tried to argue, she threatened to report me to the boss.
Feeling helpless, I had no choice but to comply. Jessica Lawrence was already angry with me, and if the janitor reported me now, my situation would only worsen. News of my 'punishment for sexually harassing Lily by cleaning toilets' spread throughout the company. As I cleaned, many people pointed and whispered about me. They called me a pervert, scum, and even a freak!
As I was about to leave, someone called my name. "William! Come over and clean up here!" It was Mia Green, a colleague, ordering me around as if I were a dog. She asked me to clean up the trash under her seat. I asked her to stand up to make it easier for me to clean, but she refused and scolded me. "You, a janitor, dare to order me around? Why don't you just kneel down and clean?"
I swallowed my anger and knelt down to clean. It was a routine task, but from a certain angle, it might look as if I was peeking under Mia's skirt. And as luck would have it, Philip appeared at that moment and took a photo of me with his phone. The angle of the photo made it look like I was a pervert peeking under Mia's skirt.
Philip showed the photo to our colleagues, shouting, "Come and see, everyone! William is peeking under Mia's skirt, this guy is indeed a pervert!" The disdainful glances of my colleagues were like daggers, piercing my pride. Their condemnations echoed in my ears, each word a harsh reminder of my predicament.
Mia, with her mask of innocence and a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth, was the epitome of deception. I realized her scheme in a heartbeat. She had intentionally positioned me under her desk, setting the stage for Philip's photographic ambush. The pair had conspired to humiliate me, their prank a cruel blow to my dignity.
Just as my anger was about to erupt, Anna Bailey, Jessica Lawrence's assistant, appeared. Her words, "Pervert, Jessica Lawrence wants you in her office!" left me dumbfounded. Anna had actually branded me a pervert!
"My name is William, not pervert!" I retorted, my voice echoing in the silent room. With that, I made my way to Jessica Lawrence's office.
Upon entering Jessica Lawrence's office, an unfamiliar odor assaulted my senses. Jessica Lawrence's face was flushed, an unusual sight that left me puzzled. I brushed off my curiosity, focusing on the task at hand.
"Miss Lawrence, did you call me in for something?" I asked, trying to keep my tone neutral.
"Go, empty the trash can in my office! Remember, you must throw the garbage into the trash can, got it?" Jessica Lawrence's voice was icy, her instructions oddly specific for such a mundane task.
As I approached the trash can, I noticed the garbage bag was knotted tightly. It was clear that Jessica Lawrence had tied it herself. Was there something in the bag she didn't want anyone to see? "What are you dawdling for? Aren't you going to take the trash and get out?" Jessica Lawrence's cold voice snapped me out of my thoughts.
I took the garbage bag and left her office, heading to the garbage room. All the other trash had been dealt with, but this bag, the one from Jessica Lawrence's office, remained untouched. I was determined to uncover the secret it held.
Tearing open the bag, a strange smell invaded my nostrils. A blood-stained tissue came into view, and realization dawned on me. Jessica Lawrence was on her period. Her flushed face now made sense. The women's bathroom was under repair, leaving her stranded in her office.
After disposing of the bag, I retreated to the janitor's room. Upon my arrival, two middle-aged female janitors rose to their feet, brooms in hand, their wary eyes fixed on me.
"Big pervert, what do you want to do!" Their accusation stung, and I realized they had heard about my supposed "scandal."
"I just want to come in for a drink of water!" I defended myself, quickly quenching my thirst.
Their distrust was palpable as they said, "After you finish drinking water, get out quickly and don't come here in the future... We don't trust you."
The other middle-aged female janitor even threatened me, "I'm telling you, the supervisor of the cleaning staff is my relative. If you dare to sexually harass me, he won't let you off."
Their fear of harassment was laughable, considering how old and ugly they were.
Chapter 4 The Secret in the Trash Bag
"Believe it or not, I'm not a pervert. I was framed!" I declared, my voice echoing in the empty room.
As I exited the break room, I bumped into Zack Philipson, the cleaning staff supervisor. His frown deepened upon seeing me in the cleaning uniform.
"Are you the William who was transferred from the marketing department?" he asked.
"Yes, Mr. Philipson!" I confirmed, my voice steady.
Zack ordered me to unclog the men's bathroom. I was reluctant, but I knew defying him would only lead to more trouble.
Upon entering the men's bathroom, I was met with a sight that ignited my fury. A poster of me was plastered on the wall, defaced with scribbles and insults. Yellow urine stains marred the image.
"Who did this!" I roared, ripping the poster off the wall.
Just then, three men entered the bathroom. Their laughter echoed off the walls as they recognized me from the poster. Their cruel words fueled my anger.
"Dead pervert William, why don't you go die!" they jeered.
Enraged, I grabbed the urine-soaked mop and swung it at them. Their screams filled the room as they fled, soaked in urine.
The mop in my hand felt like a sword, a weapon of justice. I stood victorious, a smug smile on my face. "This is the price for mocking me."