After the monster had left all this work to her, Anne had no choice but to accept her fate.
She grabbed all the equipment she would need to use and got started.
It was a totally unreasonable punishment.
Who would make one single person clean all these floors?
Oh, she knew who! That arrogant man!
No, he couldn't be called a man anymore. A man would have a heart, but this person obviously didn't—he was a monster.
A monster is what he is, she nodded with full certainty, grumbling to herself as she cleaned.
Cleaning wasn't anything difficult to her. She'd once worked as a janitress.
When one had a heavy cleaning workload, the best way to tackle it would be to find a single train of thought to ride on while getting the job done.
One would be immersed in their own thoughts, and the work would become effortless. So she did just that.
