After dying of exhaustion from endless overtime, I was reborn. And I woke up with an unexpected superpower: a one-way sensory link with my terrible boss. It was 1:00 AM, and the paperwork on my desk was piled high as a mountain. Meanwhile, from the boss's office, I could hear the muffled giggles of him and my coworker, Chloe. It was exactly like my past life. During the day, my boss squeezed every ounce of productivity out of me. At night, I was stuck working overtime to finish the tasks Chloe shoved onto my plate. For three years after I was hired, I worked like a literal pack mule, 24/7. Until one night, during a grueling overtime shift that stretched until 3:00 AM. My heart seized, I started foaming at the mouth, and I died right there at my cubicle. Thinking back on it now, my blood boils. Why did I have to carry the weight of the world while they lived their best lives?! Given this second chance, I'm going to be the light of justice and teach these two a lesson they'll never forget! Just as I was getting pumped up, vulgar sounds drifted from the office. A wicked smile curled my lips. I stood up, aimed my crotch squarely at the corner of my desk, and slammed into it as hard as I could. …… 1 At the exact same moment. A scream like a slaughtered pig erupted from the boss's office. My boss, Mr. Henderson, burst out the door with his pants hanging around his knees, clutching his crotch as he scrambled away in a panicked sprint. "Mr. Henderson! Mr. Henderson, what's wrong?!" "We were just getting started! Come back!" Chloe ran out of the office, stomping her feet in frustration as she watched him disappear down the hall. I had seen enough of the show and was getting ready to slip away. But Chloe, having nowhere else to vent her frustration, grabbed my arm. "Who said you could leave?! It's only 1 AM, and you're trying to clock out?" "Have you finished my work yet?!" I yanked my arm out of her grip and gave her a side-eye. "If you're so worried about it, you can do it yourself." She let out a contemptuous laugh and looked me up and down. "The company doesn't pay you to do nothing. This is your job!" "Besides, you should feel honored to help me. It shows I value your abilities!" With that, she shoved past me and strutted away. The next day, Mr. Henderson didn't show up at the office. But the rumors were flying among the staff. People were saying he and Chloe went too hard and he threw his back out—or worse, that he might be permanently out of commission. But Chloe didn't miss a beat; she was quickly back to throwing her weight around. "Get back to work, everyone!" "Gossiping like a bunch of housewives! Keep it up, and I'll have Mr. Henderson dock your pay!" As she spoke, she marched over to my cubicle and tapped the stack of files on my desk. "You better do a good job on the work I gave you. If you try to slack off, I'll make you regret it." The day after that, Mr. Henderson showed up looking slightly green to attend an important client pitch meeting. Chloe was brimming with confidence. She assumed I had done the work for her, just like always. However, when she booted up the computer and saw a completely blank PowerPoint presentation, she froze. She stammered for a few minutes, unable to string a single coherent sentence together. "Mr. Henderson, what is wrong with your employee? If you're not prepared, don't waste my time!" The client slammed his hand on the table, clearly annoyed. Chloe scurried over to Mr. Henderson and immediately started blaming me, claiming I sabotaged her on purpose. The useless idiot of a boss didn't even try to salvage the pitch; he just immediately took her side and threw me under the bus. "Samantha! What the hell is wrong with you?! I told you to... AHH!" I bit down hard on my tongue. Mr. Henderson shrieked in pain. The client, startled by the outburst, grew even more irritated. "If your company isn't serious about this partnership, we're done here!" With that, he stormed out, slamming the door behind him. "Mr. Henderson, look at her! She ruined the project and humiliated me," Chloe whined, putting on a sickly-sweet, victimized act. Ignoring his bleeding tongue, Mr. Henderson pointed a finger right at my face. "You useless piece of—" I pinched my thigh with everything I had. His face contorted. "—piece of trash, you always—" I pinched harder. "If you can't do the job, get the hell out of my—" I grabbed the inside of both my thighs with both hands and twisted as hard as I could. "Ooh! Yow!" Unable to take it anymore, Mr. Henderson rubbed his thighs frantically and bolted from the room. Not satisfied, Chloe raised her hand and slapped me across the face. From down the hall, Mr. Henderson let out another wail of pain. Chloe panicked and rushed out after him, making sure to shove me hard on her way. I lost my balance and tripped over my own feet, falling to the floor. Simultaneously, a horrifying scream echoed from the company stairwell. Mr. Henderson had tumbled down the stairs. He emerged with a bloody face and was immediately rushed back to the hospital. I picked myself up in the conference room, dusted off my pants, and laughed until my sides hurt. That night, an anonymous post appeared on the company's internal forum. It claimed I was protected by divine spirits. Anyone who bullied me caused the boss to suffer terrible luck. 2 A few days later, Mr. Henderson returned to the office covered in bruises and called me into his office. "Samantha! Did you post this nonsense?!" "You better keep your head down and focus on your work. Cut out this voodoo crap before I—" "Oh, Mr. Henderson, who made you so angry?" Chloe sashayed into the room, her hips swaying exaggeratedly. She leaned down, whispered something in his ear, and a sleazy smile spread across his bruised face. "Sam, about that project falling through... you share some of the blame." "Normally, I'd fire you on the spot. But I'm a forgiving boss." "I'm going to give you one last chance." "Our janitor called in sick today. To make up for your mistake, you're going to clean the bathrooms for the day." I agreed without a second thought and practically skipped out of his office. Even though I was mentally prepared, when I opened the bathroom door, the smell almost made me gag. I held back my nausea. While I mopped the floor, I plotted how I was going to use this opportunity to teach those two a lesson. Of course, Chloe had to pick that exact moment to waltz in and harass me. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. A college grad scrubbing toilets. How pathetic." "Cross me again, and next time I'll make you drink from the bowl!" Chloe jabbed a finger with bright red nail polish into my forehead, leaving little crescent-shaped marks. I glared at her heavily made-up face. I wanted nothing more than to shove the dirty mop straight down her throat. But I knew she was only acting tough because she had the boss backing her up. If I wanted to put her in her place, I had to deal with the root of the problem. "I have two expense reports due today. Make sure you get them done after you're finished playing janitor." "I'm cooking a romantic dinner for Mr. Henderson tonight. This is my big chance to finally lock him down!" With that, she turned on her heel and sashayed away. An idea sparked in my mind. I packed up my cleaning supplies and quietly pocketed a bottle of industrial toilet bowl cleaner. At 7 PM, Chloe video-called me. On the screen, I could see a table set with steaks and romantic candlelight. "Sam, you're just destined to be a workhorse for the rest of your life." "If tonight goes well, my status is going to completely change. If I were you, I'd just quit now." In my past life, I could never figure out why she targeted me so relentlessly. In this life, I still couldn't figure it out. A few seconds later, Mr. Henderson appeared in the frame. He sat down at the table with a lecherous grin, giving Chloe's backside a squeeze with his stubby fingers. Just as he was about to put a piece of steak into his mouth... Without a second of hesitation, I cracked open the toilet bowl cleaner and took a massive swig. Gulping down half the bottle, I felt a little bloated, but nothing else. Mr. Henderson, however, was not so lucky. On the video call, his face drastically changed color. He violently hurled the steak back onto his plate. "Chloe! If you don't know how to cook, why the hell did you say you could?!" "Do you have any idea how expensive this steak was?! It tastes like literal chemicals!" "You think you can marry me with skills like this?! Do I look like a... URGH!" The next second, he projectile-vomited all over Chloe. Then he started foaming at the mouth and collapsed face-first onto the table. Seeing Chloe covered head-to-toe in vomit, I nearly snorted with laughter. Mr. Henderson didn't come to the office for several days after that. Chloe also called out sick for two days. When she finally returned, her face was swollen like a balloon. During lunch, my work bestie, Lily, excitedly spilled the tea. "Everyone's saying the boss got food poisoning from Chloe's cooking!" "When his mom found out, she went straight to Chloe's apartment and slapped her like twenty times!" "Honestly, I'm starting to think that post on the forum was real." "They made you clean the toilets, and immediately got hit with massive karma!" I just kept chewing my chicken cutlet, smiling silently. A week later, Mr. Henderson was discharged from the hospital. I thought he might finally lay low for a bit. But when he came back, he brought a literal priest with him. 3 The priest was draped in all sorts of random, clinking talismans. He walked a couple of laps around the office floor. Then, stroking his fake beard, he declared that the company was cursed by an evil spirit. "Foul demon! How dare you wreak havoc in the mortal realm!" He shouted while pulling a thick stack of obviously mass-printed yellow paper talismans from his sleeve. He started slapping them everywhere. "Priest! Priest! Samantha is the weirdest one! Every time I get near her, something awful happens!" "Put extra talismans on her desk!" The priest didn't hesitate. He licked his thumb, grabbed a talisman, and slapped it right onto my forehead. Then he lit a bundle of incense and started waving the smoke in circles around me. Despite the thick smoke, I didn't react at all. But the choking, burning sensation transferred perfectly to Mr. Henderson. He started coughing violently, hacking like he was trying to cough up a lung. The priest's face dropped. He immediately scrambled over to the boss. "Aha! The demon possesses you, you scoundrel!" With that, he repeated the process, slapping a talisman directly onto Mr. Henderson's forehead. I reacted quickly. While no one was watching me, I grabbed a lighter from my desk and sparked it near my own forehead. "WAAAHHH! HOT! HOT! HOT! I'M BURNING!" Mr. Henderson screamed in agony. The talisman fluttered to the floor, and a massive, angry blister bubbled up on his forehead. "Demon! Face my blade!" The priest drew a wooden sword and swung it with all his might, chasing the boss around the office, hacking and slashing. Mr. Henderson scurried around like a rat, screaming for his life. Chloe saw this as her chance to prove her loyalty and threw herself in front of Mr. Henderson to protect him. But the priest was too deep into his roleplaying, and he started wailing on her, too. "You foolish woman, step aside! Humans and demons cannot coexist! This will only end in tragedy!" With that, he smacked her right across the face with the wooden sword. Chloe clutched her face, wailing. The entire office was plunged into absolute, chaotic hilarity. My coworkers, who had long suffered under the tyranny of this awful couple, were absolutely loving it. Everyone secretly pulled out their phones to record the disaster, stifling their laughter. Lily leaned over to me while filming the carnage. "Sam, be honest with me. Do you actually have powers? Did you put a hex on them?" "I'd be careful if I were you. What if he fires you over this?!" I feigned shock and covered her mouth. "Don't talk nonsense." "What powers? The only thing I know about is labor laws, not black magic!" The mayhem lasted a solid thirty minutes before security finally ambled in and dragged the priest away. Mr. Henderson's shirt was shredded by the wooden sword, his beer belly completely exposed. His face was swollen and battered. Chloe didn't fare much better. Her previous bruises hadn't fully healed, and now she had fresh, angry red welts across her cheeks. "Maybe it really is karma. Everyone knows Mr. Henderson brought that guy here just to mess with Samantha!" "Seriously! I think there's definitely something supernatural going on with her!" The whispers of the staff made Mr. Henderson so angry he stormed out of the office. Chloe was left standing there, puffing up with anger like an angry toad. "Samantha! Whatever trick you're playing, you're going to pay for it!" "You better start figuring out how you're going to carry on your 'demon romance' with Mr. Henderson!" She stomped her foot furiously, grabbed a massive stack of folders from her desk, and shoved them into my chest. "Don't get cocky!" "We have a major client dinner tomorrow. If you mess this up, I promise I'll make you regret it!" That night, I intentionally stayed awake all night. At 3 AM, I did five hundred burpees and ran up and down the stairs of my apartment building twenty times. 4 The next morning, I bumped into Mr. Henderson by the elevator. He looked like a walking corpse—pale, stumbling, completely drained of life. I knew my midnight workout hadn't been in vain. Once I got to my desk, I played the part of the obedient employee and handed over the completed presentation to Chloe. But to my surprise, Mr. Henderson actually told me I had to attend the client dinner that afternoon. Just as I was wondering if this was some sort of trap, Chloe started complaining. "Shut up! Who knows what kind of sabotage she'll pull if we leave her alone at the office?!" "Keeping her where I can see her makes me feel safer." Confirming they weren't plotting anything insidious, I secretly cheered. Bringing me along just made it easier for me to torture him. At the dinner, Chloe hadn't bothered to prepare at all. So even though the presentation I wrote was crystal clear, she stumbled through it, stuttering and making constant mistakes. Seeing the client growing visibly annoyed, Mr. Henderson quickly tried to change the subject. I used the awkward pause to slip away to the restroom. Surprisingly, Chloe followed me. "Did you make that presentation overly complicated on purpose?!" As she yelled, she raised her hand to slap me. I didn't dodge. In fact, I leaned into it slightly. When her hand connected, I threw myself onto the floor, bending my wrist at an impossible, painful angle. "You're just incredibly stupid! How is that my fault?!" "A single-celled organism has a higher IQ than you! What do you actually do besides wiggle your ass in front of the boss?!" "You've been wiggling for years and you're still not his wife! Seems to me like you're a failure at everything!" I provoked her relentlessly. Exactly as I planned, she turned beet red with fury. She straddled me on the floor and started raining slaps down on my face. The harder she slapped me, the more excited I got. I grabbed her collar and slammed my forehead directly into her nose. "Ahhh! You bitch! I paid twenty grand for this nose job! How dare you headbutt me?!" Chloe lost her mind, viciously yanking my hair. Just as our brawl peaked, another coworker came rushing into the restroom. "Why are you two fighting?! Stop it! Something's wrong with Mr. Henderson—he looks like he's possessed!" I kicked Chloe off me and sprinted happily back to the private dining room. Mr. Henderson's horrific state made me want to slap my knee and cackle. His face was swollen tight and shiny, making him look like a bloated pufferfish. His toupee had come loose and was dangling precariously off the back of his head, swaying with every movement. The client's face was dark as thunder, and he stormed out in disgust. At that moment, Chloe limped into the room, looking like a disaster. Ignoring the ruined deal, she started sobbing about how I had assaulted her. Seeing me standing there looking perfectly fine, Mr. Henderson's rage boiled over. "I knew you ruined the project on purpose! What the hell did you do to me?!" "How is this my fault?! I went to the bathroom to pee! How could that hurt you?!" "Samantha! I am your boss! How dare you speak to me like that!" "You might be my boss, but you're barely human!" "You expect one person to do the work of eight, but you haven't given us a raise in years!" "You're a cheapskate even when it comes to holiday bonuses!" "The Thanksgiving turkeys were spoiled! The Christmas gifts were expired! The one time you gave us gift cards, they required a $500 minimum purchase to save ten bucks!" "You skim off our hard-earned money just to spoil your little mistress!" I screamed out every ounce of resentment I had built up, feeling incredibly refreshed. Mr. Henderson trembled with pure rage, but his swollen face couldn't even form a coherent expression. "Fine! Fine! Samantha, you're fired!" He roared at the top of his lungs. I took the opportunity to spit right in his face, grabbed my purse, and walked out without looking back... A week later, however, Mr. Henderson showed up at my front door, pounding frantically. "Please! I'm begging you! Come back to work!"
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