"I'm a cleaner?" William Cole frowned.
The cleaning department supervisor shouted angrily, "If you're not the cleaner, then who the hell is?
Didn't you know what you were applying for before you came here?"
"Our cleaners at James Royal Bank are no ordinary cleaners, every detail must be flawless."
"You've come and headed straight for the VIP room, I still need to assess your professional level!"
"Weren't you told to come to work in a suit? Even our cleaners need to wear suits at our bank, coming dressed as casually as this, you're not looking to quit already, are you?"
"What are you still standing around for?
Get cleaning the floor!" The cleaning supervisor muttered unpleasantly, his attitude extremely rude.
Looking down on people, he assumed that since William Cole arrived in casual clothes, he was applying for a cleaning job and had mistakenly wandered into the VIP room.
After all, the VIP room was not accessible to just anyone.