Chapter 6He won’t care.
Yeah, the head janitor wouldn’t care a damn, and neither would the man Charles would be replacing. Why would they? It wasn’t likely the head janitor would have anything to do with Charles, and as for the janitor who was supposed to train him in what he’d need to do, he’d be sitting around on some beach sipping piña coladas.
It didn’t matter, though—he needed this job, like really needed it. After he’d arrived in Charlestown, he’d discovered the credit cards in his wallet were useless—not that he’d expected anything less. He’d just hoped for a little more time. Marie had probably had her personal assistant burn up the telephone lines in her rush to have them deactivated.
There was a light at the end of the tunnel, though. Once he’d agreed to the offer, Chancellor
