In a corridor on a floor of the Silverwood Inn Hotel, Roseline Castillo, in a light gray cleaning suit, was kneeling on the bright floor tiles, trying hard to get rid of a stubborn bubble of candy.
Roseline, a member of a five-star hotel staff, was a cleaner. It was her duty to keep the hotel safe and sound.
In her job, she had always been responsible for her work. She was not afraid of hardship, nor was she afraid of fatigue. In the whole city, there was no one like her who was both beautiful and hardworking. She had worked hard as a woman. Cough, cough, yes, she was working hard.
Although she was young and as beautiful as a flower, she was already the mother of a five-year-old boy.
Finally cleaning up the dirt on the ground, Roseline stood up with her hands on her "old waist." She picked up the mop and continued to drag it across the floor. Unexpectedly, a mass of paper was thrown onto the floor in front of her. A well-dressed woman, holding a little boy by the hand, walked by. She didn’t care about her shameful behavior of throwing rubbish.
Roseline looked at the "Supreme" back view and could not help but complain. It seemed that her social etiquette and manners needed improvement. Just as Roseline bent down and was about to pick up the garbage, the little boy broke away from the woman’s hand and ran back to pick up the paper ball. He looked at the woman innocently with his pure eyes and said, "The teacher said that you shouldn’t throw rubbish randomly!" The beautiful woman looked indifferent. She took the boy’s hand and said as she walked, “If no one throws garbage, they won’t have a job to do. It’s her job to clean up garbage. You can’t do such things to lower your status in the future!”
Roseline picked up the paper that had been thrown on the ground again and smiled bitterly. It turned out that her behavior was to "take care of" her work.
“Hey, cleaner, after you’re done, go wash the toilet on this floor. I won’t do it myself unless I tell you!”
The sound of high heels approached. Roseline looked up and said, “Okay, Mr. Alfred, I’ll go later.”
When Mr. Alfred saw that it was Roseline, he paused and said in a softer tone, “Oh, it’s you, Roseline. Thank you for your hard work!”
Roseline bowed her head humbly and said, “It’s my job.”
Mr. Alfred liked Roseline for this. Although she was beautiful, she was steady in her work, unlike some people who had low standards. He took a few steps forward, stopped, turned around, and said to Roseline meaningfully, “We don’t care about the size of the task. As long as we do it well, we will succeed.”
“Yes, thank you for your guidance, Mr. Alfred.”
Alfred Randolph turned around and left, but he couldn’t help sighing. Although some people wanted to do something practical, they were often dragged down by their beauty.
The bathroom was a place where gossip was likely to spread. There would always be all kinds of strange stories here. And this time, Roseline happened to overhear a gossip topic.
When Roseline was fighting with the dirt in the toilet, three women entered, chatting with each other and discussing topics that piqued their interest. Of course, as a cleaner, she would be directly ignored. They believed that the cleaner’s world would never intersect with their own, so they never avoided speaking in front of her, treating her as if she were deaf.
“Do you know? Ziah, the CEO of the Sapphire Group, a business genius—just a week ago, he and Sarah, the new host, secretly got married at the Sapphire Group!”
“Clang.” When Roseline heard the name, the toilet brush in her hand fell to the ground. She hurriedly picked it up, retreated into a stall, closed the door, and tried to isolate herself from the outside world like an ostrich.