Seeing I didn’t reply, Emily thought I was wavering. She pointed at Jason and shouted, “Michael, call the delivery company and file a complaint right now. He came here in person—he has to be destroyed, socially ruined!”
No sooner had Emily finished speaking than Jason’s eyes flared with rage.
In my previous life, after my death, I learned the truth. Jason had lived a hard life—his parents were gone, and he grew up an orphan. He worked diligently as a delivery driver, had just found a girlfriend, and life was finally looking up.
But because Emily kept filing complaints, the company—FedEx—was about to fire him. His girlfriend left him too.
Crushed by repeated blows, he finally reached the point of desperation, ready to drag someone down with him.
Emily had done everything in order to get me killed.
I pulled out my phone and handed it to her.
She froze. “What do you mean by this?”
“I think the delivery guy has been doing his job responsibly. If you want to complain, make the call yourself.”
Emily bit her lip. She wouldn’t make that call—she wanted to redirect the hatred, so Jason would see me as the enemy.