To Gossip Or To Not

“Ugh. Why can’t the bathrooms be cleaned after the building is closed? I don’t have time to go somewhere else.”

“I know, right?”

Ash rolled his eyes as he recognized them as daughters of some of the richest businessmen in the city. The second continued on, totally disregarding his presence since he didn’t bother to interject. Let them gossip all they wanted. That wouldn’t change the situation.

“My father would never stand for his daughter to have to wait to use the restroom just because some low-life janitor has to clean the toilettes now. I mean, come on! Are they really that eager to clean up others’ shit?”

“I bet that new hotty wouldn’t stand for this. After all, he has to be from a wealthy family. Where else could someone like him come from?”

“Mind if I get through? Wouldn’t want to be in your way any longer. Besides, there’s no more shit in there for me to clean.” Ash nearly choked on his laughter as the girls looked up to see the “new hotty” in a janitor’s coveralls, obviously trying to continue on with his job.

They turned beat red and their jaws seesawed between words and no words, though nothing ever came out. They jumped out of the way when he started to push the cart forward.

They watched as he disappeared down the halls towards the next set of restrooms. The entire time Ash struggled to keep from bursting into hysterics. That man had some balls, and he knew how to work people.

Even if he didn’t come from a wealthy family, which Ash suspected and his current doings seemed to suggest, he certainly would be able to fit in with the snooty ‘know-it-alls’. He probably wouldn’t be terrible at one of the parties. Not once had he cracked anything more than a slight mocking upturn of his lips.

Maybe he wasn’t such a troublesome person, after all. Plus, he would likely be a better choice than one of the empty-headed girls Ash was usually forced to invite.