The echo of a loud engine echoes through empty offices. It causes Ella to jerk up from an exquisitely grandiose leather chair, that seems to retain its beauty despite old age. Ella had tiptoed upstairs from the cellars, after thinking that she’s totally alone in the massive factory, that’s supposedly devoid of any of the workers usually occupying it at this late hour of the day.
“Who’s here still?”
Ella rushes through the room and stops abruptly at the door.
“Did the bitch come back for some after-hours work?”
Ella glances in both directions in the hallway.
“Who’s out there?” Ella’s voice echoes through the corridor.
“Only me, sweetheart. I’m the new cleaner.”
Ella shrieks when a male voice calls out to her.
“No need to be afraid. I’m just here to clean up after the bitch, as you so kindly referred to her.”
“Oops. You heard that?”
“Of course, sweetheart. I find it rather funny you call her that.”
“Because you—and please don’t feel offended by what I’m telling you—but you’re her step-daughter. I heard people talk about that, that’s how I know. You’re doing a job here that not many would do. You don’t ever complain about it.”
“I hate my job.”
“So, do I, but I still do it.”
“You could leave and get another job in a heartbeat.”
“So, could you.”
“No, I can’t. She’d make certain no one will believe me when I say I worked here.”
“Hmmm, if you say so, sweetheart.”
“Stop calling me that.”
“I’ll just go back to what I was doing. Let’s pretend we never met, okay. Please don’t tell anyone I was here…”
Ella starts walking away, then walks back to the door, “Errr, can I know your name?”
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