The Targeted (2)

It was finally four in the afternoon, all the classes for this Monday ended and the students were dismissed. Unfortunately, Chris was one of the cleaners for the day so he had to stay and helped out in one of his most hated chores - floor waxing.

He didn't know what kind of bad luck struck at him today but even after fulfilling his assigned role, the Monday committee leader made him carry all the cleaning tools back to the storage room by himself. The leader reasoned out they would be the ones to arrange the armchairs and tables back in.

In the end, he could only blame himself for not going that extra mile to skip the remaining classes.

"Let me help you!"

It was right amidst the flight of stairs headed towards the ground floor that a girl with wavy long hair stood in his way and said this. A dazzling smile...was not on her face, instead, she still looked like someone commanding her underling.

"Consider it my apology, so let me help."