I tore it open, and my blood ran cold. The Protection Charm that had been tucked inside was shredded to ribbons.
"Tamara Cooley!" I bit down so hard my teeth ached, my whole body trembling with rage.
"If you have a problem with me, take it up with me. You destroyed something my family made for me. Aren't you afraid of what comes back around?"
Tamara didn't flinch. She threw her head back and laughed.
"Oh, did I hit a nerve? What's the matter, can't your precious gods even protect a 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, but not a single one spoke up for me.
I swallowed the urge to throw her out the window.
"Fine. Since I'm no longer part of this company, give me back my half of the Holy Cup."
"And my commission from last month's eight-million-dollar deals. The second the money hits my account, I'm gone."
That money was the only thing standing between my grandmother and her ICU bills and the next round of targeted therapy.
Tamara let out a scornful laugh, pulled a financial statement from behind her back, and flung it straight at my face.