Strange Encounter

The elevator door slowly opened when it reached the thirtieth floor. True to the rumors and Margaret's words, the whole floor was devoted to one apartment - in this case, an open space bachelor pad. The entire city skyline could be seen through the window, and it was a grand sight even from the elevator. I quietly invited myself in and observed my surroundings. The decor and furniture arrangement was composed of different shades of reds, blacks, pinks, and whites. The place reminded me of a lingerie store: the feminine decorations left no doubt that this was a female student's room.

"Who are you?" I jumped at the sound of a feminine voice, turned to her, and quickly apologized for my intrusion.

The woman was a tall, slightly muscular blonde with a beautiful pair of deep green eyes. Her expression was filled with curiosity rather than anger, which gave me some relief. Seeing as she was only wearing a nightgown, I quickly apologized again, "Sorry miss, I'm your new janitor and I will be taking care of your bathroom cleanliness from now on. I hope I did not disturb your sleep," I said cautiously. I did not want to lose my job on the first day.

"It's… Quite alright," she said with an unfazed expression on her face and continued, "I thought I strictly instructed Robert that only Olga was allowed on duty?"

"Is that so?" I asked, "if you wish for me to leave I can right away," I replied with respect, not wanting to anger her much further.

"You go here? To Valentino University?" She asked, "You're too young to be doing this type of work."

"My younger sister and I both attend Valentino, I am on scholarship at the university, but I have to work three jobs to pay for mine and my sister's elementary school tuition here," I explained, hoping she would let me off easy out of pity.

Without pause, she asked, "What's your name?"

"Sienna, miss," I said while handing her my student card. She inspected it carefully, giving a long stare at my name.

"Don't bother with titles, we should be similar in age," she continued, "Nice to meet you, Sienna Hayes. I'm Geneva Hamilton."

Geneva Hamilton? That name sounded more familiar than it should. Where could I have met her?

"Take off your hideous janitor outfit first," she ordered.

"Excuse me?" I asked in shock.

"You heard me, drop that gross bucket and strip! We are all girls here, I just have a better outfit for you," she smiled angelically.

I unwillingly obeyed and dropped my bucket, slowly turning my back to her my back to her and unzipping my jumpsuit. I was slightly embarrassed about the tacky and plain undergarments I was wearing, but she didn't seem to be fazed at all.

"I don't think this was included in my job requirements," I said.

"Well, you get paid for not cleaning so I say it's a good deal."

"If you're wondering why I'm not bothered at all, I'm a supermodel and an actress," she continued as she quickly disappeared into a room, and came out with an adorable maid outfit and a big smile, "I secretly enjoy assembling clothing and designing them, and maid costumes with lace are quite difficult to make!"

That's when I realized I was standing half naked in front of the Geneva Hamilton, international supermodel and movie star from the popular teen television show The Vampire Journals. I stood there speechless - this was the first time I had come face to face with an international superstar. Geneva seemed amused by my realization and proceeded to quickly dress me in the maid outfit.

"Fits perfectly, as expected from a sizing expert. I knew I could get you something more suitable than... that," she pointed at the janitor jumpsuit in disgust and then laughed it off.

"Uhh, thanks," I responded shyly.

"You're welcome, Sienna. Since I don't need your cleaning services anyway. During the time that you are obligated to clean my unit, you can instead be my model for some new designs I'm working on. Deal?" She gave me her pinky and I sealed the deal hesitantly.

"I'm not sure if I'm allowed to do that, Geneva..." I said with uncertainty.

"I got your back, don't worry about it! I think you should probably go and clean other floors now, we wasted a lot of time just talking," she handed me my bucket and sent me on my way.

As the elevator door slowly closed, she gave me a wide smile and a friendly wave. In the span of an hour, in the upper floors of one of the many residences of Valentino University, I had already met Geneva Hamilton and become her personal clothing model. And I was wearing a ridiculous maid outfit, which I forgot to return.

Crap, what did I get myself into?

Floors thirty-one and thirty-two were a breeze to clean. Thirty-one had an occupant that stayed in his room, and the person in thirty-two wasn't home. Those two floors were virtually spotless anyway, and the personal maids would have cleaned every corner regardless of the janitors. I was not in a position to complain, as it made my job easy.

I was down to the last and top floor, thirty-four. The elevator door dinged upon arrival and slowly opened to a dark, almost empty room with no additional bedrooms. The entire floor was just one big studio room. There were a bed and an enormous desk near the huge windows that stretched from the floor to ceiling. I searched around for the owner of this open, quiet space. It seemed that the owner was absent.

As I stepped out of the elevator and its doors closed, I was embraced by the darkness of the night. Approaching the windows and resting my bucket of tools on the ground, I gazed out the window. The entire city skyline was in the view, and even the three-floor difference from Geneva's home made the view that much more magnificent and unforgettable. The darkness of the room accented the city's lights, causing the entire city to glow.

Suddenly, a male voice barked at me, "What kind of fucking old man wears a maid outfit on his job, Robert?"

I turned around to see a tall, muscular male standing dangerously close to me. His cold piercing blue eyes stared at me in disapproval. I jumped back in response and bumped my back against the cold glass. I took a closer look at the man - he was wearing nothing but a t-shirt and dark pajamas. His hair was a dirty blonde color, his nose was straight, his lips curved thinly, and his jawline was so perfectly defined. His face was so symmetrical, masculine yet beautiful at the same time. I was amazed by his appearance and gasped a little to myself.

"Uh, you're not Robert, who the hell are you?" He asked demandingly.

"Uhh...I'm the new janitor...?" I replied with uncertainty, knowing that I may already be fired for angering a customer. The man's expression changed, and he seemed calmer as he examined me from head to toe. There was a long awkward silence between us before he spoke again.

"Did Dean arrange this?" He pressed.

"Excuse me?" I asked in response. I was confused, who is Dean and what did he arrange?

"Stop lying, I know you're one of them," he accused.

"One of what? Sir, I'm just a janitor?" I tried to explain.

"Bullshit, you came here to seduce me so you can get rich I bet. You're not the first one to try this shit and certainly not the last. I specifically told Robert to personally clean my quarters, so I'm asking you again, which fucking douchebag arranged this " he asked angrily.

"Okay, well I'm sorry to bother you but that was never my intention, I was employed to clean and to only clean, so I will leave immediately if that is not required of me." I half-apologized and begun to walk towards the elevator, clearly annoyed with the situation in my mind. It's not my fault if the tenant of the room gets mad for something I can't control.

Robert won't fire me, right?

But damn, just because he was rich did not give him the right to degrade me. Just because I was poor did not give him the right to call me names. Who did he think I was, some hooker from the street? This is a job like any other job, something must be wrong with his head for sure.

"Wait," the man said as he grabbed my arm and jerked me in his direction, causing me to fall backward and into his arms. I froze for an entire minute while I starred upwards and directly into his eyes, they pierced through me like he knew all my deepest, darkest secrets. It was actually quite terrifying and I could feel my legs getting weaker by the second.

"W-what the fuck are you doing?" I finally voiced out and quickly turned my back against him, pushing him away from me as far as possible. "You can't just touch or drag people when you want to, that's assault!"

"Sue me, see how far you get," the man rolled his eyes and continued, "you still haven't told me who sent you, I want answers now."

"Literally no one, Robert is the one who sent me and hired me to clean the top four floors, if you have a problem with me please talk to him and stop putting me in this deranged and disgusting narrative of yours," I sneered.

I quickly ran away and pressed the elevator button. Luckily, this time he did not follow. I waited a few moments before the elevator door finally opened, walked in, and muttered one last thing.

"Asshole…"