After losing my job and the grandmother who raised me, I was at my lowest. My boyfriend, Adam,

mocked my grief and pressured me to find work. So, I took the only job I could get—janitor at his company.

Adam was furious. “You’re degrading yourself!” he snapped. I reminded him he told me to get a job.

Still, he was ashamed of me. He even begged me not to tell anyone we were dating.

What he didn’t know was that I suspected he was cheating with Sandra, the new director. One night, I stayed late and caught them kissing in her office.

“Dating a janitor is humiliating,” he told her, pretending I was no one.

I left in silence. The next morning, I got a call: my grandmother’s will had been finalized. I had inherited her house, assets—and the company Adam worked for.

The next day, I walked in—not as a janitor, but as the new owner. When Sandra mocked me, I handed her the papers.

She turned pale. I fired her and called Adam in.

“This is a joke,” he scoffed.

“It’s not. I own this place now,” I said.

He begged. I offered him a janitor job.

He accepted.

As they left, I placed a photo of Grandma on my desk.

I’ll lead with fairness, like she did. But I’ll never be belittled again. Adam tried to shame me for mopping floors—but he ended up with the mop in his own hands.

Poetic justice never looked so clean.

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