252 Fired and Fired Up

June stared into the janitor's asymmetrical, inquiring eyes. He was looking at him with raised eyebrows, looking very unwelcoming.

"Look, kid. I still have to clean the toilets. If you need anything, can you just tell me what it is?" he impatiently asked.

"You—you work here?" June stammered.

"Yes," the janitor sighed. "Just started today, and you're already making my job difficult to manage. What do you need?"

"Another janitor is working here," June said, hope still present in his heart. "Did he take a day off, perhaps?"

The lanky janitor frowned. "As far as I know, I'm the only one working here right now. Just replaced a bald guy a while ago."

June's ears perked up with the mention of a bald guy.

"What was his name again?" he asked, placing his hand under his chin. "It was a weird name. Clinton? Klint?"

"Mr. Klin," June whispered.