"Alright. I'll go get it now. And while I'm at it, I'll collect my commission from last month's deals." My gaze turned cold.
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, the sight that greeted me was pure devastation.
Every personal item I owned had been swept into the hallway. My water glass lay in pieces. Documents were scattered across the floor.
Tamara Cooley stood with her arms crossed, directing the cleaning lady like a general surveying a battlefield.
"That's right, use the mop from the bathroom. These things reek of bad luck. Might as well scrub some reality into them."
The cleaning lady looked deeply uncomfortable, dragging the filthy mop across the consecrated ash I had carefully maintained every single day.
Ash and dirty water swirled together across the tile.
My eyes burned red in an instant. I lunged forward like a woman possessed, dropping to my knees in the grimy water, snatching the one remaining Silk Talisman Pouch from the desk.
My grandmother had sewn it for me with her own hands before she was wheeled into the ICU.