(Lucas’s POV — Janitor)
It was my fault.
Not because I spoke out. Not because I resisted.
Just because I dropped the clipboard.
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Clipboard in one hand, mop in the other. What could go wrong?
I turned a corner and she nearly ran into me.
Elise Horroway.
The clipboard slipped from my hands, landing face-up, right at her feet.
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She mumbled a quick “Sorry,” and bent down to help. I should’ve told her to leave it. Should’ve grabbed it faster.
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Her eyes landed on the paper.
Just for a second.
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Elise Horrow — threat, need conformed ASAP.
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I saw the shift in her expression.
I snatched it from her, muttered something about being careful, and walked away before she could ask anything.
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That was all it took.
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The next morning, my passcode didn’t work.
No locker access. No cart. No uniform in the storage room.
I checked the daily rotation chart — my name was missing. A replacement was already assigned to Corridor 4.
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I hadn’t even received a message.
My email account was gone. My nameplate removed.
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I went to the office. Spoke to the secretary. She gave me the same look they all give when they know but pretend they don’t.
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“Name?”
“Lucas. Night janitor. Hall rotation, east wing.”
She tapped.
Frowned.
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“There’s no record of your employment, sir.”
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I didn’t mean to help her.
I didn’t say anything. I didn’t whisper, warn, or resist.
I just dropped the clipboard.
That was enough.
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