The Divine Coin Toss She Fired Me, So I Made Her Empire Crumble

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.