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Kendra sat frozen, the faint chemical smell of industrial bleach the only proof he’d ever been there at all.

“You think I don’t have a name?” he asked, voice low and flat. Rough Fuck By A Cleaner Who Was Made Fun Of

Then he did the rough thing. Not with his fists. With his silence. He grabbed her pricey ergonomic chair, spun her to face him, and unclipped her work badge from her blazer. He pinned it to his own gray uniform shirt. For a moment, he wore her name. Kendra sat frozen, the faint chemical smell of