12/01/2025
A BILLIONAIRE WENT UNDERCOVER AS A LOWLY CLEANER IN HIS NEW HOSPITAL TO DISCOVER… Toby Adamola, a 35-year-old billionaire, sat in his luxurious living room sipping a glass of wine. The magnificent view of the city through the floor-to-ceiling windows brought him no joy. Despite his wealth and status, his heart felt empty. He leaned back and sighed deeply. “Money can’t buy love,” he muttered. For years he had dated beautiful women from all over the world, but they all wanted the same thing: his money. They never saw him as a man — only as a bank. One evening, his childhood friend and trusted lawyer, Chris, stopped by. Toby opened up to him, his voice heavy with frustration. “Chris, I’ve had enough. I want real love, someone who sees me for who I am, not for my wealth,” Toby said. Chris nodded, understanding his pain. “It’s not easy,” he admitted. “But what do you plan to do about it?” Toby leaned forward, a spark of determination in his eyes. “I’m about to open the largest hospital in the city. It will be world-class: state-of-the-art facilities, highly skilled staff… but I won’t be the billionaire owner. I’ll be a janitor.” “A janitor? Are you serious?” Chris raised a brow. “Yes. I’ll change my name to James. No one will know who I am. I want to see how people treat me when I’m just an ordinary worker. I want to find someone who respects everyone, no matter their status. This is my chance.” Chris chuckled, impressed. “That’s quite a plan. But are you sure you can pull it off?” “I’ll apply like everyone else, as a cleaner. And you’ll handle the public announcements, saying the owner is out of the country. I need to blend in, Chris. Nobody can know.” Chris agreed. “This is going to be interesting. I’ll back you up.” The big day finally arrived. The grand opening of Starite Hospital was the talk of the city. Top doctors, skilled nurses, lab technicians, accountants — all gathered, dressed in their best. Chris, looking sharp in his tailored suit, addressed the new staff: “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the grand opening of Starite Hospital, the largest in the city. The owner is currently out of the country, but he trusts each of you to carry out your duties with dedication and professionalism. This hospital will be run under strict management, and the owner expects only the very best from every one of you.” Applause broke out. Many staff felt proud to be part of such a prestigious hospital. Nurses whispered among themselves, boasting about how lucky they were to work there. Some even sneered at the cleaners standing silently in the back — including Toby, now “James” in his simple janitor’s uniform. Head nurse Vivien, adjusting her crisp white uniform, scoffed: “Imagine working as a cleaner in a hospital like this. Some people just have no ambition,” she sneered, glancing at Toby. He didn’t react. He had to remind himself he was there for a purpose: to find someone genuine, someone who didn’t look down on others because of their job. “New here, eh?” Another cleaner, a grumpy old man named Musa, nudged him. “Yes, just started today.” “Be careful with those nurses. They act like they own the place.” Musa rolled his eyes. “Thanks for the warning,” Toby muttered. As the day went on, staff began settling into their roles. Doctors discussed schedules and procedures. Nurses gossiped and boasted about their qualifications. And the cleaners, including Toby, quietly began their work. Vivien, newly promoted to head nurse, stormed into the hallway and almost collided with Toby, who was mopping the floor. “Are you blind? Watch where you’re going!” she snapped, glaring at him. Toby quickly apologized, bowing his head...
