His Betrayal, Her Rebirth

My career as a marketing strategist was unstoppable.

Then Chloe Davis walked in, a new hire with a smile too bright and a chilling claim: "I'm a reborn person."

She started "predicting" disasters-a major client product failure, a restaurant fire-events that strangely came true, catapulting her to prophet status.

Suddenly, my data-driven expertise meant nothing.

My promotion, the one I had earned, was given to Chloe.

When I confided in my boyfriend and colleague, Mark, about resigning, he looked at me with cold eyes: "Mr. Thompson will think you' re a flight risk. That you' re bitter."