My Four Miraculous Treasures

Chapter 92

"Yesterday..." Willow began, preparing to tell the story of how she'd been cleaning Jasper's office, when she suddenly got caught up in Edith's big confession of love to him.

"Yesterday, you skipped half a day's work! When you finally showed up, I sent you to clean the top floor, but for some reason, you cleaned everywhere except Mr. Hughes' office! Are you hoping to get fired?! I bet you didn't know that I inspect the whole building at the end of each day! I can tell, with one look, whether you've done a proper job of cleaning a room... or not! There's no use lying to me!" Without allowing Willow a fair chance to explain herself, Sean attacked her first, arms crossed and eyes blazing.

Willow's eyes fluttered in surprise. So the head janitor was actually talking about something else!

She scrambled to answer his real question: "It's not like that, sir! Mr. Hughes was in his office the whole evening, yesterday! I didn't want to disturb him at work, that's why I didn't go in that day!" "Alright, fair enough. Here... from now on, you'll stay until Mr. Hughes leaves, so that you can clean his office before you go."

Willow was taken aback. "What if he stays late?"

"Then you'll stay late, with him. There'll be overtime pay, of course... but if I ever find Mr. Hughes' office in a mess again, you'll lose half a month's pay!" And that was Sean, laying down the law. Willow bravely forced herself to smile. "Mr. Fawcett, I have another idea..."

"I think this is the best solution, so that's that." Saying so, Sean turned and walked off.

like breaking

if he was the sort of workaholic who finished late every day? What if he stayed all the way until

case, she'd be stuck

she wanted to leave work as soon as possible, spend more time

began mopping the corridors. Then, a pair of high heels stopped

and looked very expensive, fit for

up into the haughty,

Instead of black-and-white business

like the last time,

elnet

A matching ensemble in canary yellow, long black hair permed into waxy tresses,

feminine. Upper-class and

no-nonsense professional image that Edith Price used to have. Willow went cross-eyed at the sight of her.

a moment!" Edith snapped, then turned and strutted back into