He mopped the casino floors for thirty years, knowing every passage, blind corner and surveillance blind spot by heart. When new owner Vincent took over, he dismissed Bobby as a worthless relic and had him dragged out without a second glance. Standing under neon lights with his cleaning box, Bobby faced an abrupt layoff that ruined his old age. He begged to stay a few more months for his struggling granddaughter Lily, yet no one listened. Back home, he found Lily destroyed. Vincent’s son leaked malicious rumors, branding her a gold-digger. She lost her job, friends, and every chance at an interview. Bobby put on his worn coat and drove back to the casino, merely seeking justice. However, the young Vincent publicly mocked Lily as a greedy opportunist and belittled Bobby as a lifelong janitor. As Bobby charged forward, security pinned him down while Vincent coldly ordered him thrown away. His head slammed hard against the back-alley ground. Blurring, the aging janitor finally realized: in this cruel world, reasonable people get crushed. He would stop being reasonable.
