Chapter33:Someday Andre Would Bow To Jamole

Jamole was all ready in his uniform as a Janitor. After Roger’s warning to him the other time, he had decided to go and clean up his office on time before his arrival. About rushing through the corridor, Andre caught sight of him early enough so he intentionally bumped into him. And when he did, the dirty fowl water in his hand left his arm and splashed on Jamole. “What the hell is wrong with you, poverty-stricken? Is it that you are blind or you don’t see at 8 AM?” he snarled at Jamole and advanced toward him. At the time Jamole was absolutely drenched by the fowl water; his white jumpsuit was stained now and he stared down to his legs with disdain and fury. His face went crimson, he boiled with retaliation and right about now he felt like punching his offender. He just couldn’t help getting physical with this guy called Andre but each time he remembered who he was he felt a restraint. “But I didn’t bump into you,” Jamole protested, “I was walking this path when you bumped into me. Lo