Bobby mopped casino floors for thirty years. Knew every corner. Every blind spot. The new boss, Vincent, threw him out like trash. His granddaughter Lily was destroyed by Vincent's son—lies, rumors, a ruined life. Bobby went back to talk. To ask for fairness. Young Vincent laughed in his face. Called Lily trash. Called Bobby nothing. Security slammed him down. The back of his head hit the alley pavement. As the lights dimmed, the old janitor understood: nice men get crushed. So he stopped being nice.
