I stared at the brown packet shirt Mila had left on the chair and sighed, peeling the soggy fabric away from my skin. The wet material was starting to irritate me, and the lingering smell of soap and dirt from the spill made my nose wrinkle in disgust. I dropped the ruined shirt on the floor with a wet thud and reached behind me to unhook my bra.

The foam padding was dripping, heavy with water, so I tossed it onto the pile. Shivering slightly in the cool air of my office, I reached for the new shirt, cursing Miss Janu under my breath for every single thing that had...