Chapter 131: Sophisticated elite members.
The night sky gleamed with brilliance, the stars twinkling like scattered diamonds, and the moon casting a soft, silvery glow over everything.
A cool breeze whispered through the air, rustling the leaves as it carried a sense of calm.
Charles, whose cab had parked on the opposite side of the road, paid the driver before stepping out and crossing over to the Gyapm Corporation event hall.
As he neared the entrance, his eyes were drawn to the lavish red carpet unfurling from the grand entrance and stretching out towards the side of the road, adding an extra layer of elegance to the night’s event.
Red ribbons adorned each sides of the carpet, adding a touch of opulence as an array of luxurious cars began to pull up one by one.
Security personnel were at standby beside the red ribbon, ensuring that no one crossed the ribbon separating the onlookers from the star-studded event.
Reporters, photographers and some other crowds were behind the red ribbon.
Charles stood frozen in place, his eyes fixated on the scene unfolding before him.
A sleek red Lamborghini rolled to a stop in front of the carpet, its engine purring softly.
The driver swiftly exited the vehicle, hurrying to open the passenger door, revealing the arrival of yet another high-profile guest.
The night was alive with the hum of anticipation and the glow of extravagant arrivals.
A young woman in her early thirties stepped out of the Lamborghini, exuding an air of elegance.
She wore a striking green bodycon gown that clung to her figure, accentuating her curves, before flowing freely from her hips down to the floor.
Her gown was complemented by a matching green purse, delicately held in one hand, while silver necklaces and earrings adorned her neck and ears, each piece featuring a small green diamond that shimmered subtly in the night light.
Her presence commanded attention, a vision of grace and sophistication as she made her way toward the entrance.
The lady was an absolute vision, captivating everyone around her as she walked down the red carpet with an undeniable aura of confidence.
Photographers stationed at each end of the carpet snapped away, their camera flashes lighting up the scene with a dazzling brilliance that perfectly matched her grace.
She moved with such poise that every step seemed like it belonged in a fashion runway show.
Just as she was nearing the entrance of the Gyapm Corporation event hall, another car pulled up in front of the red carpet, its engine purring softly as the crowd’s attention briefly shifted to the new arrival.
As the back door of the car swung open, a man in his late fifties stepped out, exuding an air of power and sophistication.
He wore a perfectly tailored light brown trouser with a white tuxedo jacket, the sleek fabric complementing his sharp demeanor.
Beneath the tuxedo, a brown long-sleeve shirt peeked through, perfectly matched with a custom-made brown leather wristwatch on his left wrist.
His black wolf-cut hair fell gracefully over his shoulders, adding to his commanding presence.
As he walked down the red carpet, his every step radiated authority, and the onlookers couldn’t help but be drawn to the undeniable strength he carried with him.
Cameras flashed in rapid succession, capturing every moment as the man strutted down the red carpet.
The air was filled with the sound of clicking shutters, the photographers/ reporters eager to immortalize his every move.
The flash of the cameras was almost blinding, yet the man remained unfazed, walking with the poise of someone accustomed to the spotlight.
Charles gasped, his eyes wide and his mouth slightly ajar as he watched the sophisticated guests glide down the red carpet.
Each one seemed more immaculate than the last, their elegance amplified by the flash of cameras and the whispers of admiration from the crowd.
For a moment, Charles froze, his confidence waning as he compared himself to the polished figures around him.
He had thought he’d dressed well for the occasion, but now, standing among these perfectly groomed elites, he couldn’t help but feel a creeping doubt about his own appearance.
"Geez! What the hell, Charles?!"
A sharp voice cut through the air, making Charles flinch.
He turned to find the head of the cleaning staff glaring at him, her hands on her hips in frustration. "Where the hell have you been? I told everyone to be here by five o’clock, and here you are, showing up..."
Her words trailed off as she glanced at her phone, her eyes widening in disbelief. "Ten minutes to seven," she muttered coldly, her gaze now locked on Charles with a mix of disappointment and frustration. "You’ve wasted enough time. Pass the back door and get inside. Later a punishment would be served to discipline you." She added, her tone firm and final.
Charles nodded as he turned around, heading toward the back entrance of Gyapm Corporation’s grand hall with the head cleaner staff by his side.
As they approached the door, seven guards stood in a rigid line, their eyes scanning the surroundings with an air of authority.
One of the guards stepped forward, his voice steady but commanding. "What are your names?"
After Charles and the head cleaner staff provided their names, the guard nodded curtly before tapping away at his iPad.
He quickly scanned through the names on his iPad, and after a few moments, the screen flashed with their details, including their pictures.
The guard gave a swift nod and, without hesitation, motioned for them to enter.
"Get in," he ordered, stepping aside to allow them through.
Charles and the head cleaner staff made their way inside, their footsteps echoing in the quiet hallway.
As they ascended the grand staircase, the flickering lights illuminated the space, casting sharp shadows.
Every few steps, they passed guards standing stoically on standby, their eyes scanning the surroundings with practiced vigilance.
The air felt thick with anticipation, the grandeur of the event looming just above them.
’Woah, the security is quite tight.’ Charles thought to himself as he swallowed hard.
Eventually, they arrived in front of a door that now led them to where the cleaners were all gathered.
As the door swung open, Charles’s eyes widened in disbelief. The room was filled with his fellow cleaners, but they weren’t the usual sight he was accustomed to.
Instead of their usual work attire, they were all dressed in sleek suits and polished shoes.
Each of them looked impeccably put together, exuding an air of professionalism and sophistication that would make anyone second-guess their role.
The transformation was striking. The group stood there, chatting amongst themselves, looking every bit the part of high-end event staff.
They all seemed perfectly poised, as if they belonged in the same circle as the high-profile guests attending the event.
Charles could hardly believe his eyes. This was a different side to his colleagues—one that he hadn’t expected, especially considering the grueling nature of their typical work.
"So is everyone present?" The head staff cleaner asked and they all observed their surroundings while nodding their head
"Okay." She purred, pausing for a while to take in a deep breath. "Our work here is simple," she stated. "We’re to ensure that wherever we spot dirt, we clean it without drawing attention to ourselves."
A young lady sighed. "Can’t we just do a thorough cleaning tomorrow? This means we have to clean during the event and after it, even though we already cleaned before the event." She grumbled.
"Hey! Cleaning is our job, alright?" the head cleaner snapped, her voice sharp. "Do you want to sit around and let someone else take your spot?"
She paused, letting her words sink in before continuing, "The designers who made clothes for todays event are still here, helping the models into the designs they created, and once the models are done, they’ll be right there, making sure nothing gets ruined while they undress the models. Now that’s some real work."
The head cleaner’s explanation clicked with everyone, and they all nodded in agreement.
"Alright then," she said, her tone firm. "Since you all understand the drill, grab a brush and a mop, and let’s get to work." She motioned toward the door, signaling for them to move out.
Following the head cleaner’s instructions, they each grabbed a mop and brush before dispersing to different areas of the venue.
Charles and Freda moved toward the passageway leading to the stairs, but just as they were about to head up, they spotted Aubrey.
Charles and Freda halt as Aubrey strolled past them.
Just inches away, she stopped walking, slowly turning her head to look at them over her shoulder.
A wicked smirk curled on Aubrey’s lips as she locked eyes with Charles. "I can’t wait to expose just how dirty you really are," she taunted, her voice dripping with malice. "Today is going to be fun." She added.
A mocking scoff escaped her as she sauntered off, leaving a lingering sense of tension in the air.