Dressed as a janitor, I had successfully slipped into The Saga. But just as I reached the restroom on the fifth floor, I ran straight into Abby.
A dark cloud settled over me.
I was so close to my goal. I couldn't let her ruin my plan.
"My God," she gasped theatrically, eyes wide with mock delight. "I must be dreaming! Can you imagine Myles' reaction to this? I bet he'd laugh so hard he'd choke. You scrubbed his house for years, and now you're scrubbing floors professionally? Oh, I have to take a picture."
She pulled out her phone. Before she could snap a shot, I smacked it out of her hand. It hit the ground with a sharp thud.
"Hey!" she snapped. "What's wrong? Ashamed of your new career choice? Feeling a little embarrassed now, Mrs. Clark?"
Ignoring her, I quickly stripped off the ja
