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The Divine Coin Toss She Fired Me, So I Made Her Empire Crumble
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After the New Year break, I went to the Patron Saint's Shrine to pray for good fortune before heading back to work. On a whim, I cast the oracle cups—and all six landed sacred side up. The entire te...
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第1章
After the New Year break, I went to the Patron Saint's Shrine to pray for good fortune before heading back to work. On a whim, I cast the oracle cups—and all six landed sacred side up.
The entire temple went silent.
The boss gave me a red envelope with eighty-eight hundred dollars on the spot and told me to serve as the company's full-time fortune seeker from now on.
But my boyfriend—Dean Cooley, a hotshot director who'd been parachuted in fresh from his Ivy League degrees—sneered at the whole thing. Right there in front of everyone, he grabbed my Incense Altar and smashed it on the ground.
"We live in a modern society. The fact that this company pays a charlatan like you is an embarrassment!" He straightened his cuffs. "Effective immediately, you're fired."
I looked at him—at the faint dark line of misfortune creeping across his forehead—and smiled. "Fine. As long as Ms. Delgado has no objections, I'll leave right now."
Beverly Delgado had her arm looped through Dean's. She didn't even look at me. "Vincent Sullivan, superstition really isn't a good look. You should find opportunities elsewhere."
I turned and walked out without another word.
A Rolls-Royce was idling at the curb. I got in.
...
"Ten million a year. Year-end bonuses calculated separately. In all of Gilbert Group, you'll hold the highest authority after me."
Lisa Gilbert slid the contract across the table, her eyes bright with a smile she'd clearly been saving. "I've been waiting for this day for a very long time."
I let out a dry laugh and didn't pick up the pen. "Aren't you afraid I'm just a con artist playing tricks with incense and smoke?"
Lisa's voice was unwavering. "Beverly Delgado is blind. I'm not."
"Mr. Sullivan, you don't just have talent—you have divine favor."
"Three years on the job, and you took Delgado Group all the way to an IPO. Everyone in the Capital knows what you're capable of."
She paused. "But before anything else, you need to retrieve the half of your Sacred Oracle Cup that you left enshrined at Delgado Group."
"If you don't sever the karmic tie with the Delgado family, your fortune will keep draining. And they'll keep feeding off your energy like parasites."
A jolt ran through me. She was right.
Years ago, to help Beverly Delgado survive a fatal turning point, I'd placed the half Oracle Cup I'd carried since childhood beneath the base of the altar. It had been there ever since.
"Alright. I'll go get it back." My gaze hardened. "And while I'm at it, I'll collect the commission they still owe me from last month's deals."
I took my resignation letter and walked back into Delgado Group.
But the moment I reached what used to be my desk in the sales director's office, I stopped dead.
The place was destroyed.
Every personal item I owned had been swept off the desk and into the hallway. My coffee mug lay in pieces. Files were scattered across the floor like debris after a storm.
Dean Cooley stood in the middle of it all, arms crossed, directing a cleaning lady with a lazy wave of his hand.
"That's right—use the mop from the men's room. This stuff reeks of bad luck. Might as well scrub it with something that's actually touched the real world."
The cleaning lady looked deeply uncomfortable, but she was dragging the filthy mop across the sacred ash I had carefully tended every single day.
Ash and dirty water swirled together across the tile.
My vision blurred red. I lunged forward like a man possessed, dropping to my knees in the grimy puddle, snatching the one thing still left on the desk—a small Blessing Pouch.
My grandmother had sewn it for me by hand. The night before she went into the ICU.
I tore it open with shaking fingers.
The Protection Charm that had been inside was shredded to ribbons.
"Dean Cooley!" My teeth were clenched so hard my jaw ached. My whole body trembled. "If you have a problem with me, take it up with me. You destroyed something my family made. Aren't you afraid that kind of cruelty comes back around?"
Dean didn't flinch. He threw his head back and laughed.
"Oh, did I hit a nerve? What's the matter—your almighty gods can't even protect one little pouch?"
"A fraud is a fraud. A few cheap psychological tricks, and you actually started believing you were some kind of living saint?"
More and more coworkers gathered around us. Not a single one spoke up.
I swallowed the urge to throw him out the window.
"Fine." My voice was low and flat. "Since I'm no longer part of this company, give me back my half of the Sacred Oracle Cup."
"And my commission from last month's eight-million-dollar deal. The second that money hits my account, I'm gone."
That money was the only thing standing between my grandmother and her ICU bills. Her next round of targeted therapy.
Dean let out a mocking laugh, reached behind him, and flung a financial statement at my face. The paper slapped against my cheek and fluttered to the wet floor.
"Commission?" He tilted his head, grinning. "You actually have the nerve to ask?"
第2章
He turned to face the entire staff and raised his voice. "Listen up, everyone!"
"After a thorough internal investigation, the company has confirmed that Vincent Sullivan has been using psychological manipulation disguised as mystical guidance to brainwash and extort our clients."
"He has severely damaged the reputation of Delgado Group. Every single one of those contracts was obtained through superstitious nonsense and fraud."
"Therefore, his commissions are hereby confiscated in full as restitution for the damage done to the company's name."
"And that's not all. Given the harm you've caused to this organization—" Dean held up a document. "You'll also be signing this five-million-dollar claim for damages."
"Bullshit." My whole body was shaking. "Those clients were begging me to sign with them."
They'd destroyed my sacred relic. They'd seized the money meant to save my grandmother's life. And now they wanted me to pay them five million dollars?
"I want to see Beverly Delgado." I shoved Dean aside and forced my way into the CEO's office.
Beverly was sitting on the sofa, cheerfully browsing gifts for Dean.
The moment she saw me barge in, her face went cold.
"Vincent Sullivan, who gave you permission to walk in here? Do you have any sense of propriety?"
I strode over and slammed the outrageous five-million-dollar demand down on the table.
"Beverly, you'd better explain this."
I stared her down, searching for any trace of conscience left behind those eyes.
"Beverly, look me in the eye and tell me the truth."
"When your cash flow collapsed, who was it that knelt for three days and three nights before the Patron Saint to pray for your salvation?"
"Those billion-dollar contracts—who cast the sacred cups and guided you to the south side of the city to close those deals?"
"And now you burn the bridge the second you've crossed it? You let him steal my grandmother's life-saving money?" My voice cracked. "Are you even human?"
Something flickered in Beverly's eyes—just for a second—before her expression hardened into cold indifference.
"Vincent, could you please stop disgusting me with your little mystic act?"
"Those clients chose us because of our brand equity and our advanced management systems. You just happened to be there. That's all."
"You really think you're some kind of living saint? Haven't you leeched off this company long enough?"
A wave of absurdity washed over me so strong I almost laughed.
For years, every time Beverly hit a dead end, she'd come to me with flushed cheeks and desperate reverence, begging me to cast the sacred cups and divine a way out. When she needed me, I was a god. When she didn't, suddenly she wanted to talk about science and rationality.
"Bev, look at him." Dean sauntered over and wrapped his arm around Beverly's waist. "You've already exposed him and he's still running his mouth."
He smiled. "Why don't we call Manager Lambert and the others in for a little face-to-face? That way he can't accuse us of ganging up on him."
Beverly pressed the intercom button without hesitation.
Less than two minutes later, Manager Lambert walked in with a handful of senior employees trailing behind him.
The moment I saw Lambert, a spark of hope lit in my chest.
Two years ago, he'd been framed with tens of millions in bad debt. He'd been so desperate he was standing on the rooftop, ready to jump. I was the one who cast the cups and unraveled the scheme within the scheme, saving his life and his family.
The others owed me too. I'd guided them to the right clients, the right neighborhoods, the right deals. They'd bought homes and cars in the Capital, put down roots—all because of my counsel.
I thought at least one of them would speak up for me.
Lambert didn't even hesitate. He walked through the door, jabbed a finger in my face, and erupted with righteous fury.
"Ms. Delgado, Director Cooley is absolutely right!"
"Vincent Sullivan didn't just peddle superstitious nonsense in the office—he forced us to buy his Protection Charms at outrageous prices!"
"And if we refused, he'd pull his mystical intimidation routine, spiritual bullying pure and simple. We were too afraid to speak up!"
I stood frozen. "Lambert, you..."
Then a woman stepped forward—someone I'd once guided away from a route that would have put her in a fatal car wreck. She piled on without blinking.
"That's right. And those big contracts of his weren't clean, either. I saw him with my own eyes, meeting a female client at a hotel in the middle of the night."
第3章
"Who knows what kind of dirty tricks he pulled."
"Exactly. He's an absolute disgrace to Delgado Group."
"You... all of you..."
I stared at these people—the same ones who used to call me "bro" and hang on my every word—now turning on me just to suck up to the new director.
The betrayal was sickening.
Beverly issued her ultimatum. "Vincent, everyone here can see the truth plain as day."
"Sign this repayment agreement today, hand over the money, and I'll let you walk out of here."
"Refuse, and I call the police. You'll go to prison."
"Extortion and embezzlement. That goes on your permanent record. No company in this country will ever touch you again."
I looked around the office—this company I'd built up with my own two hands—and let out a cold laugh. "Great. You're all just great."
"I'm not paying back a single cent. Go ahead. Call the cops."
I snatched the agreement off the table, ripped it to shreds, and flung the pieces straight into Beverly's face. Then I turned and headed for the door.
I was done. With my gifts, I could make eight million dollars anywhere.
"Leaving? Not that easy." Dean's eyes turned venomous in an instant. He snapped his fingers, the sound sharp as a cracking whip.
Four or five hulking men rushed in and locked the door behind them.
I tried to force my way through. The moment I reached the door, the guards shoved me back with brutal force.
I stumbled and hit the ground hard. My forehead caught the sharp corner of the coffee table, and something warm immediately trickled down from my temple.
"Let me go!" I struggled to get up.
But Dean walked over and stood above me.
He pulled out his phone, unhurried, almost leisurely, and dialed a video call. Then he shoved the screen in my face.
"Recognize this place?"
One glance was all it took. Every drop of blood in my body went cold.
The video showed my grandmother's nursing home.
Inside the ICU, several men were shoving nurses aside. One of them already had his hand on the breathing tube—the tube keeping my grandmother alive.
She was unconscious, but her brow was deeply furrowed, as if she could feel some terrible pain even through the coma.
"Stop! Don't touch her!" I thrashed against the guards, but they pinned me to the floor.
"Dean, if you lay a finger on my grandmother, I'll kill you!"
A fist slammed into my face. Stars exploded behind my eyes.
"Shut your mouth, you worthless nobody." Dean grabbed a fistful of my hair and wrenched my head up, forcing me to watch the screen. "Here's something you didn't know. Yesterday, I used the money you earned to buy that nursing home."
"Your grandmother's life is in my hands now. One word from me, and they pull the plug."
On the screen, the hand actually switched off the ventilator.
My grandmother's body seized violently. The heart monitor shrieked, its alarm piercing through the phone's tiny speaker.
"No! No, stop!" I fought to hold back the tears, but every wall inside me had already crumbled.
"Please. Don't hurt her. I'll sign. Whatever you want me to sign, I'll do it."
Dean smiled, satisfied. He spoke into the phone: "Hold off for now."
Then he casually picked up a cup of dirty water that had been sitting beside the cleaning supplies and poured it onto the carpet in front of me.
"You want your grandma to live? Sure."
"See, in a modern, rational society, it's survival of the fittest. Nobody needs superstitious old deadweight like her."
He pointed at the puddle of filthy water on the floor. "But hey, I'm a generous guy."
"Get on your knees right now. Lick that clean. Then sign the papers. And maybe, out of the goodness of my heart, I'll let her live one more night."
The room went deathly silent.
第4章
Manager Lambert and the others wore expressions of barely concealed anguish, but with the bodyguards standing right there, none of them dared to move.
All they could do was bury their heads a little lower.
I lay sprawled on the floor, trembling from head to toe.
My dignity had been ground into the mud beneath their feet.
But I couldn't let my grandmother die. She was the only family I had left in this world.
In the depths of my despair, I lifted my bloodshot eyes and fixed them on Beverly, who stood off to the side, utterly unmoved.
"Ms. Delgado." My voice shook so badly it barely sounded like my own. "You can fire me. You can dock my pay."
"But when you went bankrupt and tried to jump off that building, I was the one who pulled you back."
"You knelt before the Patron Saint and swore a sacred oath that you would care for my grandmother like your own. You can't do this!"
At the words "sacred oath," the corner of Beverly's eye twitched.
But instead of stopping Dean, she took a disgusted step backward and nestled into his arms.
"Vincent, don't blame me for being heartless. Dean did the right thing."
"You're too stubborn for your own good. If I don't teach you a bloody lesson, how am I supposed to run this company?"
"You believe so much in the gods? Then why don't you pray for your precious Patron Saint to come down and save that old woman?"
"If you don't sign, we pull the plug. This is all your doing. You have no one to blame but yourself."
As she spoke, she walked behind her desk and fished out a small, delicate Incense Altar from beneath one of the decorative pieces.
She rummaged through the ash with a look of revulsion and pulled out the Half Oracle Cup.
"This piece of junk gives me a headache just looking at it. Take it back."
Beverly let out a cold laugh and hurled the cup to the floor like a piece of garbage.
"Who are you trying to curse with this thing?"
Then she raised her foot and brought it down hard, grinding her heel into the cup with all her weight.
The wood groaned under the pressure, cracking and splintering.
"No!" I scrambled across the floor on my hands and knees, throwing myself over the cup, shielding it with both hands.
"Still protecting this piece of trash?"
Dean strode over, building momentum, and drove his foot straight down onto the back of my hand.
A sharp, brittle snap.
The hard sole of his shoe crushed down, mashing skin and flesh out of shape, the force driving straight through to bone.
Searing agony ripped through my entire body in an instant.
A strangled groan escaped my throat. Blood seeped from the wound and dripped, drop by drop, onto the cracked surface of the cup beneath my hand.
When the pain reached its peak, I stopped struggling.
I lowered my head and watched my blood stain the Half Oracle Cup a deep, thorough red.
In that instant, I heard something shatter in the void, a sound beyond sound.
Somewhere in the unseen space between worlds, the heavy Karmic Bond that had tethered me to Delgado Group for three years snapped clean through.
The divine eyes closed. Fortune withdrew.
Beverly felt a sudden, inexplicable wave of panic. The unease clawed at her, making her irritable. "Stop wasting time with him. Just press his thumbprint on it!"
I gathered the bloodstained fragments of the cup, piece by piece, and tucked them against my chest.
Then, with my uninjured left hand, I reached into my jacket and pulled out the exclusive phone Lisa had given me earlier.
Dean assumed I was calling the police. He threw his head back and crowed.
"Go ahead, call the cops! Even if you do, you're the one running a cult and scamming people. Let's see who they arrest."
"This is my turf. You could call God Almighty himself today and it wouldn't make a difference."
I ignored the clown completely.
I pressed the single number stored in the phone and hit speaker.
The call connected after a single ring.
"Ms. Gilbert, the Karmic Bond has been severed cleanly. But I've run into a small problem..."
Silence on the other end. One second.
A voice erupted from the phone's speaker, still on full volume. Lisa Gilbert's words dripped with lethal intent.
"Vincent, close your eyes. Three minutes. I'll make them wish they were dead."