Revenge Of The Richest Ex-Husband

Applying For Job At Swan Group

The next day Jamole rode on a scooter to the Swan Real Estate complex. As usual the rush hour on Monday morning couldn’t let him go into the sky scraper which had SWAN REAL ESTATE GROUP written on it.

Jamole sucked a deep breath upon seeing the splendor of Swan Real Estate. Indeed Swan Pablo was the richest tycoon in Antipolo and he was fortunate to serve as his heir.

“I can’t believe I own all of this now and these busy staff are under my control. What a life,” he said in his mind as he gazed upon the towering sky scraper.

Jamole could see the tons of staff that rushed into the elevator to sign into their offices and get down to work. He was having handy a brown envelop which had his application letter for the post of a janitor he was applying for.

When he saw two young men in blue jumpsuit and Swan Janitor written on their back, he knew those were the people he would work with, while he carried out his vengeance.

“Hey, hey,” Jamole called on the janitors who were about to get down to work. “I am Jamole Cadry. I have come to submit my application for a job opening here,” he said to one of them who gave him attention.

“Okay I think there is no job opening at Swan Real Estate at the moment. What job are you applying for if I may ask?” the janitor, a tall Caucasian, with loosed hair, asked him.

“Um, I am applying for the post of janitor and I think Swan Pablo would be elated to hire me,” replied Jamole.

One of the janitors, short, chubby young man with short, brown, thick hair rolled his eyes at Jamole and stared him from head to toes before bursting into a mocking laugh.

Now Jamole had disguised so dirty and unkempt that anyone that saw him felt irritated. He didn’t look different from the time he was a pauper, he still had his worn out shoes which had yawning soles and torn T-shirt.

“Hey, Jamoole or whatever you call yourself I don’t think Swan can hire you, looking this way.” He gestured at Jamole, “You look like some pauper from the underworld. You must know where you belong. You belong to the roadside where beggars like you stay. This is Swan…”

“Hey, what is wrong with you Andre?” the other tall janitor yelled at his colleague. “You don’t have to talk to him in that manner. That was rude of you.”

Already Jamole had dragged a huge frown, and lowered his gaze. Inwardly he was full of smiles and wondered how this André of a guy would feel like if he should know that he was the heir to Swan Real Estate now.

Andre fumed,  “Hey jade let me be! You don’t have to keep me shut. This guy is too dirty to be a janitor! He should hit the street and beg for money. Can you see those shoes?” he laughed at Jamole, his gaze settled on his shoes.

Jamole shut his eyes and grinned hugely. He forced a smile and okayed it within himself he was going to take shit from everyone since he had decided to disguise  but none of his offenders would go scot-free when he would finally reveal his true identity.

Jade scowled his face, he didn’t approve of Andre’s manner of approach and would apologize on his behalf. “Hey please forgive Jade. He is so full of ruin. You don’t have to feel bad.”

Andre picked up his bucket and brush and started walking away. Just about walking past Jamole he shoved him out of the way and Jamole almost stumbled to the ground.

Jade helped him stand up. “You just have to ignore Andre, he is a rotten beef.”

Just as they were discussing a range rover SUV cruised into the compound and drove straight to the parking lot.

Jade raised a suspicious brow. “Wow they came right on time,” he sounded, smiling at Jamole.

Jamole contemplated within himself before asking pretentiously, “Who are they? And why did you say so?” His gaze was still on the Range Rover SUV which had stopped steaming.

“That is the regional manager, Roger James and I think he is with his secretary Stella Pitcher. They are the most senior staff in charge of employment. And I must say that they have the power to accept you or reject you.”

Jamole’s frown thickened; this was one of the moment he had been waiting for; no one would believe that Stella was his ex-wife and the reason for their divorce being her infidelity.

But he was out and ready to pay them back in their own coin.

Jade mumbled quickly. “Cheer up dear, put on a wide smile. They love it when you smile. I believe they will accept you. I really can’t wait to have you as my colleague. We need more janitors.” He picked up his bucket and brush and paced away.

The door on the SUV slammed once they alighted and Stella was startled when she saw Jamole standing with an envelope.

Once Roger James alighted he was even more puzzled to see Jamole. He let a weird smile before nearing Stella and stamped a kiss on her chin.

Jamole grinned, swallowed hard and kept at his frown. He perceived Roger kissed Stella just to jeer at him and make him feel jealous.

“Who do we have here? Jamole Cadry, the poor janitor?” Stella called formally as though she never knew who he was. “The last time I checked I divorced your broke ass and we moved on. What are you doing here, poverty-stricken?” she queried and curved her lips at him.

Jamole forced a huge smile before walking forth with the envelope held out, “Here. I have come to apply for the position of a janitor at Swan Real Estate. Please I need this job urgently.”

Roger took the envelope from him and Stella snatched it, tore the envelope into a million pieces and tossed them at the face of Jamole.

“Kiss my ass. I don’t know who the hell let this dirty-looking mad dog into this compound. Does Swan Real Estate look like a rehab, huh?”

Jamole gazed upon his documents on the ground and his face boiled with anger…