Robbing Rose by Violet Theron

Rose:
Down on my knees, I dare not glance up at the vaulted ceiling made of beautiful crystal glass. I can only stare down as I scrub the flawless, white marble floors of the Godfrey Hotel’s luxurious lobby. I am just a lowly janitor here in white overalls and a name tag that says, “Elliot.” The Elliot name used to instill admiration and envy among this hotel’s snobby clientele. My family used to own the biggest real estate company in New York. But the adage of “higher they rise, harder they fall” is definitely true for us. I am now scrubbing the floor of my family’s hotel, or what used to be my family’s hotel. But I know that I may be starting on the bottom, but one day I’ll get back to the top.

Fletcher:
She thinks that she can hide in plain sight. No amount of drabby uniforms and manual labor can hide her radiance. Even though I have now achieved more wealth than I’ve ever imagined possible and I am currently the darling of the snobby elite of this city, I have never forgotten Rose Elliot. She is the only good thing that has ever come out of her despicable family. I have taken everything away from that wretched family as they lay in utter ruin. Now, I will rob Rose of her dignity the way her family did to mine.