Amelia dumped a trash can on the “lazy” janitor’s head… But the janitor pulled out a corporate radio and revealed she owned the entire mall.

Jennifer Anderson adjusted her janitor uniform and grabbed the mop bucket. Quarterly undercover inspections were her favorite part of being VP of Operations at Sterling Mall Group.

“Time to see how our customers really behave,” she muttered, wheeling her cart toward the main concourse.

The morning crowd was typical. Families with strollers, teenagers clustered around phone stores, elderly couples window shopping. Jennifer mopped near the fountain, observing interactions between shoppers and staff.

That’s when she noticed Amelia.

Designer handbag swinging, perfectly manicured nails clutching a Starbucks cup, Amelia strutted through the concourse like she owned it. Her eyes landed on Jennifer and narrowed with disgust.

“Excuse me,” Amelia snapped, marching over. “This floor is filthy. Do your job properly.”

Jennifer looked up calmly. “I’m working on it, ma’am.”

“Working on it?” Amelia’s voice rose. “I can see dirt everywhere! What exactly are you being paid for?”

Other shoppers began to notice. A few pulled out phones, sensing drama.

“I understand your concern,” Jennifer said evenly. “I’ll make sure—”

“Don’t give me excuses!” Amelia grabbed the nearest trash can and tilted it. “Maybe this will motivate you.”

Coffee cups, food wrappers, and sticky napkins cascaded over Jennifer’s head and shoulders. The crowd gasped. Several shoppers started recording.

Jennifer stood there, garbage dripping from her hair, maintaining perfect composure.

“There,” Amelia smirked. “Now you have something real to clean. That’s all you’re good for anyway.”

The concourse fell silent except for the sound of phones capturing every second.

Jennifer slowly wiped a banana peel from her shoulder. Then she reached into her uniform pocket and pulled out a corporate radio.

“This is Vice President Anderson,” she said clearly into the device. “Security to main concourse immediately. I have assault on camera and need police backup.”

Amelia’s smirk faltered. “What did you just say?”