Helanie:
I had left the hostel much earlier than the others would have even woken up. I needed to see what my new job entailed, and I wanted to work every hour to make the most of it.
The busier I was, the better I felt about myself. By that, I mean I didn’t think about that night or those haunting chuckles.
"This is where you will be working," Maximus stated, standing beside me and showing me a garage next to an abandoned building. I didn’t know what part of town it was, but there seemed to be deserted houses and structures around. He had driven me here when I met up with him in front of the academy in the morning.
It was a huge garage where he had some old cars and several wooden tables scattered with an assortment of tools.
"When was the last time someone cleaned your garage for you?" I asked, my hands tied under my abdomen. I avoided how pumped his biceps looked. He must work out every morning and probably every hour to look so insanely muscular.
"What do you mean by someone else doing it for me? I can do it myself. I’ve done it before," he replied, sounding proud and full of himself, even when I could tell he wasn’t good at cleaning up after his mess. If he were, his garage wouldn’t resemble the aftermath of an earthquake.
"Really, I can see," I said, taking a deep breath and exhaling as I managed to walk ahead through all the debris on the ground. It was an extremely spacious area filled with so much garbage that I began to wonder how much I would make by the end of the week.
"It’s not so bad," Maximus commented from behind me, probably trying to downplay his messy lifestyle.
"Well, I will be the one deciding that," I said, tilting my head. I had just turned around when I heard his comment.
"You should move your hands instead of running your tongue."
It was odd that I was receiving this remark frequently now. Previously, I had avoided unnecessary arguments. In fact, I thought if I acted sweet and didn’t argue, I would be spared.
Certainly, that wasn’t the case.
So now I just spoke my mind whenever I had the chance, but I definitely analyzed the situation first.
"That bathroom—you will find the mop and the bucket in there," he pointed toward one of the doors in the side wall. I nodded and walked to the bathroom, expecting a dirty sight to hit me. But the moment I pushed the door open, I was surprised to see how clean it was. It smelled fresh and had everything neatly arranged.
I had to glance outside at Maximus, who was gathering items from the closet next to one of the desks, and I rolled my eyes at him. He only cleaned his bathroom.
Grabbing the mop and the bucket, I walked out and then stared at the vast area, searching for an empty spot to begin the cleaning. "Screw it. I need to first pick up all this mess." As the realization struck me, I set the bucket down and walked over to the far end of the garage, tying my hair up in a messy bun to start the work.
I began picking up the empty cans and food bags with a large black trash bag in my hand. It took me some time to finish that before I started taking the empty pizza boxes to the trash can outside. The weather was beautiful, but the deserted roads and tall, abandoned buildings were a bit eerie.
I didn’t understand why a strong and wealthy man like him had chosen this location out of all the places in the area.
"By the way, we had a party the other night. Me and some of my friends, which is why there’s so much stuff around," he said, holding a strange-looking dagger in one hand and chalk in the other. He didn’t even look up from the dagger as he was making some markings on it.
"I can tell," I replied.
Of course, the amount of food and alcohol bottles strewn about made sense now.
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