A/N I'm starting to repost TNJ. I want to let everyone know now that they will find tons of errors and I've not corrected them I want to show how much I've grown as a writer. This was written the summer of 2009 when I first found Fan Fic. This is a story that the first chapter was written by WyldFyre and then she asked for someone to take over the story for her and I was the lucky author she chose. There are some many things that can be done with this story and I will do my best to keep it true to WyldFyre idea's that she gave me.
The Night Janitor
I eased the door open and looked around nervously. I let out a small chuckle at my hesitation. The office space was dark and slightly eerie, but that didn't bother me anymore. I was used to this job, using it to scrape in minimal funds to help support myself. The night janitor job had been the only one anyone would offer me after the huge law suit that I was a part of. I remembered back to the night, I had found out my roommate had swiped one of my thesis statements, claiming it as her own. When the accusation was made public, her family-who had major money-, had dragged me into court on false allocations. By the time the law battle was over her family won and all my school funds had gone down the drain. The thoughts depressed me, but as I steeped further in the uneasiness washed through me once again.
I was denying the real reason this office made me slightly jumpy. The person who worked here was new and when ever I went into someone's office for the first time I got nervous, feeling as if I was walking into someone's personal space, like a bedroom almost. I knew it was stupid, how personal could an office be right; but you would be amazed at some of the things you find, see, and have to clean up. Sometimes it was positively revolting. I walked over to the trash can and began to empty it in a normal routine. I was surprised by this person's new job; the position was high, something like a CEO, but I didn't pay much attention. I assumed someone from downstairs would take over from Mr. Cullen, the owner of the company and until now the person who held this position. I looked up and my eyes roamed the desk, surprisingly the name plate hadn't been changed. Suddenly, it hit me. Of course, the spot would obviously go strait to the son.
I had never seen Edward Cullen, but he had just finished his doctorate degree in business according to the gossip, and he was drop dead gorgeous. I ignored those kinds of ideas, floating about uselessly. I quickly finished up, making sure to vacuum and dust. I wanted this space to be spotless for the new addition to the company. As I scanned over his work space my eyes landed on a picture of a beautiful strawberry blonde, with bouncing curls and a beautiful smile. Standing with her was a thin petite girl, with almost elf like features and an array of inky lack hair in a halo around her face. Both of them were extraordinarily beautiful; the blonde had piercing bright blue eyes and the other dark blue. They looked like exact opposites in every way.
I wished I could be like that, beautiful and perfect. In truth, I was pretty average. I had long dark hair I preferred to wear up in a pony tail and off my neck, super duper pale skin, and brown eyes. I usually blended in well with the average crowd and I liked that. Sticking out just wasn't my thing, I tended to avoid crowds and attention at all costs. I was slightly jealous of these two beautiful women, their designer clothes, and the love of this man I had never met, or of any man, was something I would never get. I sighed heavily and moved on, walking over to start scrubbing the windows, the tall New York office buildings staring back at me. As I moved, I bumped the couch, sighing I shoved it back into place. I was so freaking clumsy.
I hated that you couldn't see the stars in this town, but I got over that too. Suddenly, something caught my attention. It was a smell I hadn't noticed before. I had clearly been in here at least half an hour; wouldn't I have noticed it before?
I looked around, cocking my head to the side. Mr. Cullen's desk was exactly the way I had left it not ten minutes ago, the large bookshelf that looked ready to topple was still clearly standing up straight. I suddenly realized it was perfume. I looked around, trying to find the source. I bumped into the plush couch for the second time, and the perfume exploded in a cloud. I got down on my knees, the scratchy blue fabric of my work jumper moving with me. Underneath the couch was a vile of perfume, crushed by the couch leg, but that's not what caught my eye. A blue blouse sat crumple in the corner, where it had obviously fallen.
Well, welcome to your first day on the job Mr. Cullen, I thought wryly, reaching to clean up, the mess the couple had left. My nose scrunched up at the smell the perfume was giving off, for a brief second I considered leaving it there to stink up his office and remind him this was a workplace not a the back seat of his daddy's expensive car. I quickly pushed that thought away; he could get me fired for not doing my job. I quickly finished up the perfume and then stretched back to get the shirt, unsure of what I was going to exactly do with it.
I could throw it away, but what if the girl came looking for it? My figurative light bulb lit up. I briskly walked over to his desk, pulling open one of the unlocked drawers, inside was a thing of pencils, an extra tie, and a black berry. I stuffed the shirt in there, ripping a piece off the pad sitting on the table, I jotted down that I found it under the couch and thought he might want to give it back. I signed it Night Janitor and left it sitting on the shirt. As I was about to close the drawer when the phone lit up, vibrating violently. I curiously glanced at the caller i.d.; it simply read Home. I thought about answering it, briefly, but decided against it.
I turned around; sweeping the room with my eyes once more to make sure everything was perfect before grabbing my cart and pushing it out of the door, flicking the last few lights off as I left.