Anya appeared beside her, arms crossed. "Slumming it out in the west wing, are we? Not so special now."

"I'm just doing my job," I said, trying to keep my voice calm as I moved to step around them.

"Oh, I'll help you with that," Clara said sweetly.

Then, with a sharp, deliberate movement, she shoved Anya sideways. Anya stumbled forward with a fake gasp, her elbow knocking hard against my bucket.

The bucket tipped over. Dirty, soapy water rushed out in a wave. It soaked ...