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The Condo Club: The Maintenance Worker

He was just the maintenance guy. All he wanted was to make some extra cash.

16 min readJun 15, 2024


“Fucking hell!” I yelled as I slumped onto the couch.

“Another hard one, huh?” Jerry said, handing me a can of soda.

“Yeah,” I smiled.

I hated some of the people who owned these condos. They called for every little thing.

It was all we could do to keep up.

The maintenance crew consisted of Jerry, Samuel, and me. Lance, our boss, gave out work orders and never went anywhere to help us out.

The condominium was huge, with fifteen floors, and each floor had many condos; some were small, others medium, and for the very rich people, they had large ones.

Even the small one was bigger than my old apartment.

“Who was it this time?” Jerry asked as we sat in our lounge in the basement.

“1202,” I smiled as the cold liquid hit my mouth.

“Not here again!” Samuel said as he watched the television.

“Yeah,” I replied. “The light from the sun hitting the lake came into her bedroom, bounced off her…