“It’s like he can’t get enough of us, or something,” Joel, one of the regulars, said with a smirk.
I rolled my eyes before grabbing a spray bottle, feather duster, some rags, a bucket, and mop, along with a backpack vacuum cleaner and a garbage can on wheels. “Right, because my life revolves around y’all.”
Snickers followed me as I led the way to the service elevators.
Truth was, I liked this contractor. The staff they provided was ethical and did good work. A bad inspection once too many times would mean that corporate might decide to fire them and I’d have to hire a new group and break them in. I’d rather not.
They were a great group, for the most part. The few rotten eggs didn’t last long as they weren’t worth Brian’s energy, or mine. It would be eleven or later before I finally made it home, but that was the way it was, sometimes. I waved goodbye to the workers and got off on the twenty-fourth floor to get started. This was also where property management was housed.