Young Pool Cleaner Finds Secret Door in Old Lady's Pool, He Doesn't Need to Work Anymore – Story of the Day

William, a pool cleaner, is given a job to clean the pool of an old but expensive mansion. While doing his job, he finds a hidden door in the wall. He opens it and what he finds hidden there changes his life forever.

"I'll do it!" William loudly said, raising his hands to show interest in the offer.

He had just been hired at the pool maintenance company he worked for, and he was eager to show just how hard-working he was.

It also helped that the amount of money the client offered was three times the fee he would get for a single job.

He looked around, expecting the more experienced workers to insist on getting the job, but was shocked when no one else showed interest.

The manager gave him his work card and assigned other odd jobs to the remaining workers before leaving.

William turned around to leave, eager to gather the needed equipment and head to his given destination, when he felt a hard tap on his back.

"Newbie, right? I'm guessing you've never been to the house you've been assigned. That job had been on the table for a week now, with everyone refusing to take it."

Turning around, William was surprised to see a familiar face. They had worked together before, but William had never heard the man speak.

He was a middle-aged man with strands of silver in his dark hair. From his appearance alone, he seemed to be brimming with experience.

"Why? Is there a problem with the client?" William asked, knowing how difficult rich people with private pools could be.

"Yes, but more importantly, the swimming pool isn't in good shape. I'd bring enough masks if I were you," he told William.

"James, shouldn't you also tell him that Mrs. Freeman, the owner of the Mansion, is dead? The entire mansion is in bad shape, especially the pool," someone added, grinning at the middle-aged man.

That was another of their co-workers.

"You're bound to find some dead animals, and I'm sure it stinks to high heaven. I wouldn't even if they tripled my salary," he told William, walking away the moment he was done speaking.

He didn't even see a reason to drop his name or introduce himself.

Left to himself, William began to mentally prepare himself for the task ahead.

It was eight in the morning, and although there was no specific timeline given for the job, William intended to finish it before the day was over.

He had recently dropped out of college, hoping to work and make enough money to care for his mother and sister.

Unlike other jobs, as a pool technician, he realized that the faster he worked, the more money he could earn.

William packed up all the equipment he felt he needed and headed quickly to the address he had been given.

He had just reached the gates when his mouth hung open in complete wonder.

He hadn't gone through the gates, but already the entrance was so extravagant, he couldn't help but wonder how grand the mansion would be.

He got to the gate and showed his work card before he was allowed in.

With his bag on his back, he was slightly annoyed at the distance he had to walk to the main house.

"The distance takes a while to get used to, but you're young; you'll be fine," said Walter, one of the people at the gate who offered to lead him to the house.

William could have come up with a snarky reply if his focus wasn't solely on saving enough energy to reach his destination.

Walter himself seemed to be in his twenties, even if he had a habit of talking like an older man.

Walking side by side, they soon got to the central part of the mansion, and William could not take his eyes off it.

It had seen better days, but that didn't affect the magnificence of the building itself.

Following Walter, who was leading him towards the pool, William kept looking around only to jerk back, shocked to hear someone suddenly yell at him.

"Who allowed this pauper in through the gates? Look at the rags on—"

"Mr. Philip, he's the service technician for the pool," Walter quickly interrupted his boss before he could continue, only to receive a fierce glare in return.

"Oh, you mean the pool cleaner," Philip responded with a look of absolute disdain as he looked at William.

"Do your job and get off my property. Your appearance is a dent in the prosperity of these grounds," he barked at William before jumping into his car.

William barely had enough time to jump out of the way before he got hit.

"He's the old lady's son and the property's current owner. That's just how he is," Walter said as he walked quickly toward the pool.

"To everyone?" William curiously asked.

"The people that work here aren't any different. I like to think I'm a different breed," Walter replied with a shrug.

He left William the moment they got to the pool, wishing him luck as he held his nose and put more distance between himself and the place.

William barely registered when Walter left as he stared at the pool with a shocked and partly horrified expression.

It stinks, he thought, not daring to open his mouth as he quickly brought out a nose mask from his bag.

Some minutes later, his equipment was plugged, and the first thing he did was drain the water, working as quickly as he could.

They weren't joking about the dead animals. William internally groaned as he worked.

It was an open pool, and he couldn't even estimate how long it had been since it had been cleaned.

Decades?

Anything that could have fallen into the pool had fallen into it.

Sweat dripped down his face as he worked as quickly as he could. By noon, he was halfway done.

A little tired after getting rid of the smell, William sat inside the empty pool, trying to rest for a few minutes, when his gaze wandered to the side of the pool.

A few steps away by the side of the pool was what appeared to be a small door handle.

For a few seconds, William thought his tiredness made him slightly dizzy, which was why he was seeing things.

Still, he got up and moved closer, turning the small metal handle out of curiosity only to watch the handle creak open to reveal what appeared to be a small safe.

It was a small safe embedded into the wall of the pool.

It definitely belongs to the old lady, William suddenly realized.

There were no passwords or anything to stop him from opening the door to reveal a massive stash of money.

For a couple of seconds, all William could do was blink his eyes and stare at it.

From the size of the box alone, William couldn't help but panic as he mentally calculated how much money was stashed there.

Before fully processing everything in front of him, William acted impulsively and quickly dragged his equipment bag to himself after emptying the contents.

As quickly as he could, he moved the money into his bag until there was no more space left to put any more bundles of cash.

His hands trembled slightly as he closed the bag and shut the secret door, staring greedily at the remaining money.

Instead of continuing his work, he abandoned it and filled the pool with water, pouring more trash inside it before heading towards the gates.

He even left his equipment behind.

Sweat covered every inch of his forehead as he got to the gate with his bag on his back.

"Done? So soon?" Walter asked with a hint of surprise on his face.

William chuckled with an expression of slight pain on his face.

"I think I just need to rest and eat something," William lied, doing his best not to get caught.

At that moment, He couldn't afford for his bag to be searched.

"True. He'll lose his mind," William heard Walter reply.

He breathed a sigh of relief, watching Walter move to open his gates, only to feel his heart tremble as he heard the words of the other gatekeeper.

"Still, we have to search your bag just in case—"

"Relax, Paul. He went to clean the pool. Moreover, even the main house had been cleared, and everything inside had been sold."

His heart continued to race even after he was allowed to leave.

William didn't go back that same day. Instead, he called in sick.

He only returned the next day after calling and making sure nothing was amiss, and no one raised any alarm about what he had done.

"My stomach was worse than I thought, and I couldn't come back yesterday," William told Walter at the gate, giving the only excuse he could think of.

He got to the pool, drained the water, and cleaned more than before.

His mind was on the safe even as he cleaned.

The second he was sure he was alone, William jumped inside the pool and, like the day before, began throwing the stacks of money into his bag.

Again, his bag was filled to the brim, but before heading to the gates, William rolled a little in the trash he had swept out of the pool.

He even carried a rotten carcass of a dead squirrel as he made his way out.

"I didn't know it was that bad," Walter commented, moving away from William as he watched him approach.

"It is. This one, in particular, is rotten. I figured your boss would appreciate me burying it outside," William joked, glad to see them stand some distance from him.

"I'll be back. I also need to change my clothes," he mentioned as he made his way out.

This time, he returned wearing much cleaner clothes after getting home and emptying the bag.

Again, after looking around, he filled his bag to the brim and zipped it up.

He was glad to see that this time around, there was nothing left in the small space behind the secret door embedded in the wall.

Unknown to him, just as he reached inside to see if he had missed anything, Philip stood behind him, watching him.

He had noticed William leaving and coming back in and found his actions to be a little suspicious.

"What is that?" He yelled, jumping into the empty pool and moving closer to peep into the empty metallic space in the wall.

William flinched in fear, too absent-minded to realize he wasn't alone until it was too late.

"No-nothing. I found this empty hole in the wall while I was cleaning the pool," William stuttered in response, genuinely worried that Philip would search his bag and realize he was lying.

He could already imagine the amount of trouble he would be in. He would be arrested for stealing and might spend the rest of his life in jail.

"You're the pool cleaner; what are you doing looking around for? Are you sure this was empty? For all I know, you could be a thief and—"

Unexpectedly, William was surprised to hear Walter's voice as he appeared, interrupting what Philip was about to say.

"Sir, the real estate agent you called is here."

William suddenly realized he would never get a better opportunity as he wrenched his face into an angry mess and began to scream.

"First, you insult me, and while I'm doing my job, you accuse me of stealing. Am I stealing dirt and rotten animal carcasses?" William yelled at the top of his voice.

The next thing he did was pick up his bag.

"I quit!" he yelled right in Philip's face, who yelled right back at him.

"Then get out. Don't expect to get a penny from me. Do you know how many people would gratefully take your place? Open the gates for him!" Philip yelled in anger.

On the other hand, William had a pissed-off expression as he stormed through the gates. Only when he had left did he allow himself to smile.

He didn't even have to think of a way to get out since Philip personally ordered them to open the gates for him.

Walking home with a smile and a bag full of money, William realized he would never have to work again.

A week later

A brand new but expensive car stopped right beside Philip's own. Philip smiled, confident that the person in the vehicle was the rich millionaire who bought his mother's house from him.

He had a polite smile on his face, ready to greet him and offer to talk to get acquainted with him over drinks.

He hadn't met him, but the money he received for the house was worth the respect Philip was prepared to give as he watched him get out of his car.

William wore a smug smile the second he got down and saw the astonishment on Philip's face.

"Impossible!" Philip yelled, his spit raining down on any unlucky person who stood close to him.

"Get off my property. Your appearance is a dent in the prosperity of these grounds," William told him, repeating the exact words Philip had once spoken to him.

William walked into the house without waiting to hear his response, leaving him standing outside with a dumbfounded look.

"Thank you, Mrs. Freeman. I'll take care of your house," he whispered as he stood on the highest balcony of the Mansion, looking down at Philip, who angrily drove out through the gates.

From a penniless pool cleaner, he never would have imagined that he would become so rich.

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