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That comment pushed Helen over the edge. She stormed up to the janitor and yanked a handful of her gray hair. “You old hag! I dare you to say that again!”
But this janitor wasn’t some timid pushover.
She gripped her mop with both hands and smacked it hard against Helen’s thigh.
The mop had just been through a dirty puddle–it was soaked and grimy.
Helen instinctively looked down, only to find a huge, filthy stain spreading across her dress.
In a panic, she let go of the janitor’s hair and started brushing at the mess, but it only smeared worse.
Her hands were now smeared with muck.
“You disgusting lowlife!” Helen screeched at the janitor. Do you even know how much this dress costs? You better pay for it, or you’re not going anywhere!”
It was true–this dress had cost her over 8,000 dollars, the most expensive piece in her closet.
She’d only worn it twice. Now, it was practically ruined.
She swore to herself—no matter how poor this janitor was, she wasn’t letting her off the hook. Not without paying for the damage. No way.
But the janitor didn’t seem the least bit apologetic. In fact, after Helen’s insult, she raised the mop again and smacked it right across Helen’s mouth several times. “That’s for your dirty mouth! And that’s for thinking you’re better than everyone!”
Caught completely off guard, Helen stumbled back, finally dodging after taking several hits.
The mop was filthy–sticky, grimy, and wet.
A putrid smell tose from the grime around her lips, invading her nostrils.
Her stomach twisted. That mop could’ve swept up anything… even waste. Just imagining it made bile rise in her throat. She nearly threw up on the spot.
Just then, her phone rang. She saw the caller ID–it was Linden.
Wiping her mouth roughly with the back of her hand, she answered, “Linden, what are you doing?”
“Just wrapped up a client meeting,” he replied. “What’s going on?”
Helen didn’t care whether he was telling the truth or not. Her voice cracked with hurt, and she whined, “Someone just bullied me.”
“Bullied? By a guy?” Linden’s voice instantly rose with concern.
Helen explained, “No, not a man—a cranky old woman She ruined my dress and even hit me!”
Linden chuckled at this, “That’s it? I thought it was something serious. It’s just a dress. I’ll buy you a new
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“No!” Helen was unwilling to give in. “She didn’t just ruin my dress–she humiliated me! I’m not letting this
slide!”
Linden hesitated. “So, what do you want me to do?”
Helen shot a glance at the janitor still sweeping nearby and said, “I’m standing outside the entrance with this awful woman. You need to come over right now.”
The janitor looked like she could hold her own in a fight, and Helen didn’t want to risk a second round by herself.
But if Linden showed up… well, then the tables would turn.
But if Linten showed up? That would change everything.
She’d never been treated this badly in her life. Someone had to pay for it.
There was a long pause on the other end of the line. Finally, Linden spoke with difficulty, “I’ve got another meeting lined up soon. I can’t come right now. Just let it go. I’ll get you an even better dress later.”
Helen’s heart sank. She couldn’t help but recall what Caroline had said to her recently. A suspicion crawled in. “Have you fallen in love with someone else and don’t love me anymore?”
“Come on,” Linden said with a soothing laugh. “Don’t be ridiculous. You’re the only one I care about. I think about you even when I’m working. Of course I still love you.” Then his voice turned softer. “Look, if you really don’t want to let this go, I’ll send my cousin over. He’s close by–he’ll take care of it.”
“Your cousin?” Helen asked, confused. She’d never heard of him before.
“Yeah, my youngest uncle’s son. He happens to be near Galaxy Bay right now. I’ll give him a call and have him meet you right away.” Before she could ask more, Linden hung up.
Helen slipped the phone into her bag and glanced toward the janitor, who was still busy picking up trash from the ground. The helpless look on Helen’s face vanished, replaced by something dark and simmering.
“Just you wait, old hag. Someone’s coming to deal with you real soon.”
Just the sight of that grimy mop in the janitor’s hands still made Helen feel nauseous. There was no way she’d lay a hand on the woman again.
So she stood there, seething in silence, waiting for Linden’s cousin to arrive.
The janitor stopped her work for a second, raised her eyes, and looked at Helen like she was some smelly garbage bag. “Better watch that attitude of yours. Life has a way of biting back.”
She bent down again, sweeping faster now.
The janitor had heard every word Helen said on the phone, and she had no intention of sticking get dragged into more trouble.
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Within minutes, she had cleaned up the trash and was already walking off, mop in hand, her steps light
and brisk.
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After the New Year’s Eve Tragedy: Her Icy Return
