Chapter 17 Get Your F*cking Hands Off Her

"How long have you been working as a janitor in this apartment?" Damian asked, breaking the silence that had enveloped them.

Lee looked up, startled by the sudden interruption. "Oh! For about a year now, sir," he answered cautiously.

"Putting a veteran in the position of apartment janitor. You can tell the manager in charge of this apartment that he's wasting resources," Damian said, his sarcasm not lost on Lee.

"Ah, please don't say that. I'm just a wreck, and I'm grateful to Mr. Alston for allowing me to be the janitor here," Lee replied, his voice tinged with gratitude. He shook his left arm, which had lost its palm, a gesture that spoke of his past struggles.

However, he soon felt something was off. "How did you know I was a veteran? I've never mentioned it to anyone."

"It was just a hunch," Damian replied nonchalantly, masking his true intentions. He gave Lee a friendly smile and asked, "Can you tell me something about the neighbor living downstairs from me? I just moved here and