As he continued to mop the floor, feeling the sting of her words but maintaining his composure. He was used to this kind of treatment, having spent the past few days immersed in his new role as James, the janitor. It was an experience unlike any other, revealing the layers of human behavior and attitudes that often went unnoticed in his previous life.

After his encounter with Vivien, Toby retreated to the janitorial break room for a moment of respite. He sat down, leaning back in the worn-out chair. Despite the challenges, he found a sense of liberation in this simplicity, away from the suffocating expectations of wealth.

As he sat there, a young nurse, Grace, entered the room, her face flushed from a busy shift. She glanced at Toby with a warm smile, seemingly unfazed by his status as a cleaner. “Hey, James, right?” she asked, extending a hand.

“I’m Grace.”

“Yes, that’s me,” Toby replied, shaking her hand, surprised by her friendliness. “I’ve seen you around. It must be tough working here with all the hustle and bustle,” Grace said, offering him a bottle of water.

“It has its moments,” Toby said, accepting the water gratefully. Grace sat down across from him, and they began chatting. Toby learned that she was passionate about her work and genuinely cared for her patients.

Unlike some of her colleagues, she didn’t flaunt her position or disregard those in different roles. Her kindness and humility shone through, making Toby feel seen and respected for who he was—or at least who he appeared to be. Over the next few weeks, Toby and Grace’s paths often crossed.

She would stop by to chat during her breaks, sharing stories about her day, and occasionally bringing him snacks. Toby found himself looking forward to these moments, her presence a comforting reminder that genuine kindness existed. One evening, as they sat together in the break room, Grace confided, “You know, sometimes I feel like this place focuses too much on status.

Everyone should be treated with respect, regardless of their job.”

Toby nodded, his heart swelling with admiration. “I couldn’t agree more.”

Their conversations grew deeper, and Toby found himself opening up about his views on life and love, albeit carefully avoiding his true identity. Grace listened intently, her genuine interest evident.

As weeks turned into months, Toby’s resolve strengthened. He had found someone who saw beyond the surface, who valued kindness and respect above all else. It was time to reveal his true identity.

One evening, after the hospital had quieted down, Toby asked Grace to meet him in the staff garden. Under the twinkling stars, he confessed, “Grace, there’s something you should know. I’m not really James, the janitor.

My name is Toby Adamola. I’m the owner of this hospital.”

Grace’s eyes widened in surprise, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she smiled softly.

“I had a feeling you were different. But it doesn’t change who you are inside.”

Toby was taken aback by her response, relief washing over him. “You mean, you’re not upset?”

“Not at all,” she replied.