The Ultimate Stain Remover

The VIP client threw a heavy brick of green paper at my face, demanding I 'handle' his overflow of filth immediately. I backed into the corner, sobbing that I only scrubbed floors and folded sheets, not this. He just laughed, pinning me to the plush leather sofa to show me the weight of his power. Suffocating, my fingers closed around the box cutter in my apron pocket. A sudden fountain of hot red dye ruined his cash pile. It was a messy job, but the morning papers agreed: I was the only one who finally managed to make him spotless.