Chapter 4 The Secret in the Trash Bag

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, Jenny's assistant, appeared. Her words, "Pervert, Jenny wants you in her office!" left me dumbfounded. Anna had actually branded me a pervert!

"My name is John, not pervert!" I retorted, my voice echoing in the silent room. With that, I made my way to Jenny's office.

Upon entering Jenny's office, an unfamiliar odor assaulted my senses. Jenny's face was flushed, an unusual sight that left me puzzled. I brushed off my curiosity, focusing on the task at hand.

"Miss Smith, 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?" Jenny'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 Jenny 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?" Jenny'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 Jenny'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. Jenny 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.

"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 John 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 John, 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!"

After a long struggle, I finally managed to unclog the bathroom. Exhausted, I was about to take a break when my phone rang.

A video call request flashed on the screen. It was from Sexy Kitten, or as I knew her, Jenny.