CHAPTER 12

The following day at the plantation, Donald was dressed in a navy blue uniform, pushing the mop bucket down the hall; his expression was focused. He noticed how the lady's eyes were fixed in his direction, he could hear murmuring, but he didn't pay attention to their gaze as he continued mopping the floor.

"Who is that?" one of the staff asked in curiosity.

"He is the new janitor," another whispered.

"Wow, looks handsome and should be on the front of the magazine. Why is he working as a janitor when he could apply for other jobs?"

"You should go and ask yourself,"

"I like him, he is polite. He always greets me whenever we meet. He treats everyone with respect."

While they were gossiping, Kent Harrison stood by the side eavesdropping on their conversations. His expression was mixed with sadness and jealousy. He had been working at Emerald Field Plantation for years, and none of them had ever whispered to or admired him.

He felt a surge of frustration and anger coursing through his veins as his eyes darted from the ladies to Donald, who was engrossed in his duty.

Suddenly, James Mason walked out from nowhere, with his eyes blazing with fury when he spotted Donald. The ladies who were gossiping disengaged as they strode towards their various offices. James walked deliberately and kicked over the mop bucket sending dirty water splashing across the freshly cleaned floor.

Donald hoisted his head, as he clenched tightly to the mop stick.

"What?" he voiced disdainfully. "Do your job and stop staring at me," he muttered.

Donald didn't utter a word, he knew the game. James was trying to get on his nerves, he knew it was better to let it pass. However, James wasn't done, he sneered at Donald.

"I said clean that up, or do you want me to report you to the manager." He said.

"I will clean it up," Donald muttered, as he began cleaning. James frowned his face, Looking for another way to piss him off.

Donald, on the other hand, was anticipated something like this to occur, he knew it wouldn't be easy after what transpired between him and Kate Henderson.

"Have you cleaned my office today?" He questioned.

Donald shook his head, "Kent, has done that."

"Why, you were supposed to do that and not him."

Donald was about to utter a word when he interposed him with his hand raised before his face. "I don't want to hear any of your flimsy excuses, as from today henceforth, you will be the one to always clean my office, and it starts now. I want you to go into my office and make sure everything is well cleaned or else you will get fired."

Donald clenched his jaw, "Why would he always want me to clean his office when we have a routine? What is he planning?" He muttered to himself.

James sneered, "Are you deaf, finish with whatever you are doing and follow me up to my office." He instructed.

He nodded, quickly cleaned up and walked away to get clean water. Before walking towards James's office. When he got in, he noticed he had scattered his files and papers around the office; it was filled with dirt.

Donald scratched his chin in disappointment; this wasn't what he had planned, but he would endure it to help Mr. Victor Nathan.

"What are you waiting for, do the job immediately or you get sacked." He warned.

"What is your gain in doing this?" He mumbled; James couldn't grasp his words, so he leaned forward with his hand on his desk. "What did you say,"

"Nothing, I didn't say anything."

'That's good," he said, glancing at his wristwatch. "I am going for a meeting, I don't want to come back here and see the office in this condition. Incompetent pauper."

"You are going too far, Mr. James. You should never call me that, I would advise you to mind your choice of words."

"I can talk to you anyhow it pleases me. Let me inform you, Donald, or whatever you are called. You aren't cleaning it up because you have to. You are cleaning it up because you are nothing; you are just a wash-up nigga. You had better leave this company now you still have the chance because I am ready to make this place a hell for you until you get tired and leave."

Donald's face burned in anger, but he kept mute; those words were humiliating to him but didn't sink into him. He was used to such words; the only thing that mattered to him was getting what he was employed for.

James Mason took a few steps forward, "King of trash," he said as he walked away from his office.

Donald exhaled heavily, letting air out of his mouth. He swallowed whatever pride and bent to pick up the papers from the floor.

While he was cleaning, something came into his mind. He moved towards the documents he had arranged and began searching through the files in search of anything that could help him uncover the truth. He knew someone was not to be trusted.

His gaze fell on something, and an evil smile formed by the side of his lips.

"This would help," he said, as he hurriedly pulled out his phone taking pictures of the files.