I was the top sales representative at our company for three years straight. The moment I handed in my transfer request to move to the Admin Department, the entire sales team cheered. The director signed off on it immediately. Only my best friend Chloe, the intern who called herself the "Manifestation Queen," broke down in tears. "Nancy, even though your sales were just lucky coincidences, I really hoped you’d stay and keep making miracles for the company!" I smiled, pried her hands off my arm, and packed my things. I remembered my past life. Relying on her "lucky girl" persona, she always "predicted" our competitors' bids and stole my clients right out from under me. The pitch decks I stayed up all night making? She’d suddenly have a "spark of intuition" and pitch my exact ideas to the boss before I could. The boss treated me like useless dead weight and saw her as the company's lucky charm. Eventually, I was laid off. Depressed and exhausted, I jumped off the city bridge. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the very day she started claiming her "manifestation luck." In this life, I’m done fighting for the top sales spot. I’m going to set the stage and watch her ruin herself.
"Nancy! Congrats, your transfer got approved!" Sarah patted my shoulder, her smile wider than ever. I looked up and scanned the office. Every single fake, familiar face was exactly as I remembered. Three days ago, I was reborn. In my past life, I was the East Coast division's top sales champ for three years straight, single-handedly carrying forty percent of the company’s annual revenue. But nobody remembered that. All they remembered was Chloe Vance. She was my college roommate. I was the one who referred her for the internship here. Before her probation period was even over, she branded herself as the "Lucky Manifestation Girl." The first time she caught everyone’s attention was right before a major quarterly bidding meeting. I had pulled three all-nighters to prep the pitch—forty slides of data, strategy, and deep client analysis. On the morning of the meeting, I arrived early to do a final check. Chloe sat next to my desk, holding a Starbucks cup, smiling at me. "Nancy, I had a dream last night. I dreamed the competitor’s bid was exactly three percent lower than ours." I didn’t take her seriously. But at the meeting, the competitor's bid was indeed exactly three percent lower. We lost the contract. While our boss's face was turning purple with anger, Chloe pulled him aside after the meeting and whispered something. The next day, rumors spread like wildfire. They said Chloe had a "sixth sense" and could manifest the competitors' cards. At first, no one believed it. But the second time, the third time, the fourth time—she always "dreamed" of key information right before the pitch. Soon, the entire office treated her like a goddess. Clients asked for her by name, and the boss gave her a private office. Meanwhile, all my hard work—the sleepless nights, the endless client dinners that gave me stomach ulcers—was written off as "blessings from Chloe’s luck." "Nancy, you only closed that deal because Chloe’s energy has been boosting the department!" "Seriously! Since Chloe joined, our numbers have doubled!" I wanted to scream, but no one listened. Chloe would always play the sweet girl, "defending" me with a smile: "Don't say that, guys. Nancy works really hard too." But I saw the smug triumph gleaming in her eyes. I refused to accept it. I worked myself to the bone to prove my worth. Yet, every time I was about to close a client, she would magically "dream" of their budget a day early and undercut me. When layoffs came, I was the first to go. The reason? "Failing to meet targets and poor teamwork." The day I walked out of the building carrying a cardboard box, Chloe posted a selfie on Instagram with the caption: "So blessed! Manifested another huge contract for the team today! ✨?" I went home to an empty apartment, choked by the weight of everything she had stolen from me. That night, I jumped off the bridge. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to today. Chloe was only in her third month of her internship. She had just secured her footing, and I hadn’t been ruined yet. "Nancy? You there?" Sarah called out again. I snapped back to reality and smiled. "Yeah, I'm fine. The transfer is done. I'm heading to Admin to report." I stood up and grabbed my badge. Right then, Chloe burst in. Her eyes were red, and she grabbed my sleeve. "Nancy, how can you transfer to Admin? Even if your sales were just luck, you're still my mentor! The company needs you!" The surrounding colleagues immediately began to whisper. "Chloe is so sweet and emotional." "I know. She’s actually crying because Nancy is leaving." I looked at Chloe's tear-stained, innocent face. I felt absolutely nothing. In my past life, she had put on the exact same show when I transferred. But the moment my back was turned, she told the boss I only left because my sales were tanking and I wanted to save face. I gently but firmly pried her fingers off my sleeve. "Admin is great, Chloe. No traveling, no client dinners. It suits me." "But Nancy, you’re our top seller!" Chloe cried out, getting desperate. "Top seller?" I laughed softly. "Didn't you say my sales were just luck? You can't be a champion on luck alone." Chloe froze. I didn't give her another look. I grabbed my box and walked out. Behind me, the whispers faded into the hallway. "What's wrong with Nancy lately?" "Who knows? Maybe the pressure got to her." "Aw, Chloe, don't cry. Let her go. We have you now, the department’s numbers will be fine anyway!" I kept walking, my footsteps light. In this life, I’m not fighting her. I want to see how her "luck" holds up when there’s no one pulling all-nighters, no one doing the research, and no one fighting on the front lines for her.
My first day in Admin, I clocked in on time, sat at my desk, and opened my laptop. The pace here was a million times slower than the sales department. No frantic calls, no midnight emails, no clients changing their minds at the last second. Honestly, it felt a bit weird. "Nancy, you used to be in Sales, right?" Lily, the girl at the next desk, peeked over. "Yeah." "Why did you move to Admin? Sales pays way better." "I got tired. I wanted a break." Lily nodded, not fully understanding, but she let it go. I logged into the internal system and checked the sales leaderboard. Chloe was at the top. The comment section under the post was filled with "Our Manifestation Queen!" and "Praise Chloe!" I closed the window and started filing receipts. At lunch, I ran into some old colleagues in the cafeteria. "Nancy, how's Admin?" "It’s good. Peaceful." "Hey, did you hear? Chloe 'dreamed' about a massive client again. She’s heading out to pitch them this afternoon." The colleague leaned in, her eyes wide with excitement. "Do you think she actually has psychic powers? It's insane!" I poked at my salad. "Insane indeed." Seeing my lack of interest, she awkwardly changed the subject and left. In the afternoon, while I was organizing expenses, my phone buzzed. It was a Snapchat message from Chloe: "Nancy, are you okay? Everyone misses you." I didn't reply. Another snap: "Nancy, are you mad at me? I didn't mean those things the other day. Please don't take it to heart." I still didn't reply. Five minutes later, she snapped again: "Nancy, I just landed a meeting with a massive client. The boss said he’s going to make me a permanent employee early. I feel like your good luck rubbed off on me. Thank you!" I looked at the message and smiled. In my past life, she did this constantly—stepping on me while playing the saint. Every time she stole my clients, she would "thank" me, calling it "divine alignment." I typed back two words: "Congrats then." Then I locked my phone and went back to my spreadsheets. When 5:00 PM hit, I walked out of the building. The evening sun hit my face, warm and golden. In my past life, I hadn't seen a sunset in years. I was always working overtime or stuck in traffic on my way to a client dinner. My phone buzzed again. It was the boss. "Nancy, come up to my office." "Mr. Harrison, I’ve already clocked out." "I know, but this is urgent. Get up here." When I walked into his office, three people were waiting—Mr. Harrison, Marcus, and Chloe. Chloe’s eyes were red, and she looked like she had been crying for an hour. Mr. Harrison didn’t beat around the bush. "Nancy, the deal Chloe pitched this afternoon? We lost it." I raised an eyebrow. "Oh?" "The client told us our quote was eight percent higher than our competitor's," Mr. Harrison said, his face dark. "Chloe 'sensed' that the competitor’s bid would be five percent higher than ours. We priced based on her intuition, and we were completely wrong." Chloe sobbed. "Nancy, I’m so sorry. I don’t know what happened. My intuition has never failed me before. Today was just... weird..." I looked at her, seeing right through the act. Before, her "intuition" was based on my strategies and my competitor analysis. She stole my brain. Of course it worked. But now that I wasn't doing the work, what was she supposed to sense? "So?" I asked. Mr. Harrison rubbed his hands together. "Nancy, you’ve been in Sales for years. You have the experience. Can you come back and help Chloe salvage this account? It’s a huge deal. We can't lose it." I smiled. "Mr. Harrison, I’m in Admin now." "We can transfer you back today. I'll sign the papers." "No, thank you." I stood up. "I like Admin." Chloe panicked and grabbed my hand. "Nancy, please don't go! It’s my fault. I shouldn't have taken the spotlight. But this client is so important. Please help me!" I looked down at her hand, then up at her face. "Chloe, you said you could manifest the competitor’s bids. Do you even know why you lost this time?" Chloe froze. "Because the competitor changed their entire market strategy," I said, shaking her hand off. "Your luck ran out." With that, I turned and walked out. Behind me, Chloe burst into fresh tears, and Mr. Harrison let out a heavy sigh. My steps were light. This was only the beginning.
By the next day, the news of Chloe’s massive failure had spread through the office. "Did you hear? Chloe screwed up a five-million-dollar deal." "I thought she was psychic? How did she get it so wrong?" "Who knows? Maybe her luck is running dry." "Luck? Honestly, I always thought it was sketchy. Nobody just 'dreams' of accurate financial bids." "Shh, keep it down. She's still the boss’s favorite." I walked past them with my mug, pretending not to hear a thing. Back at my desk, I opened my laptop. My phone buzzed. Chloe on Snapchat: "Nancy, did you spread rumors about me?" I didn't reply. Chloe: "I know you're mad that I took your clients, but I did it for the company. You can't destroy me just because you're jealous!" I replied: "You’re overthinking." She snapped back instantly: "Then why didn't you help me last night? If you had helped me analyze the data, we wouldn't have lost the client!" I typed: "I don't work in Sales anymore." Then I muted her. Over the next week, Chloe’s "luck" failed repeatedly. On Monday, she "manifested" a meeting with a major client, but they stood her up. On Wednesday, she "dreamed" of a competitor's pricing. We pitched accordingly, and the client blocked our number. On Friday, a client she had been trying to close for three months sent an email saying they were going with another agency. The atmosphere in the sales department turned incredibly tense. The colleagues who used to worship Chloe started whispering behind her back. "Is she actually useless?" "Seriously, that's three major accounts lost in a week." "Were her past successes just lucky guesses?" Chloe panicked. She started posting manifestation crystals and tarot cards on Snapchat, claiming she was "clearing her aura." She even went to a famous psychic in the city. But none of it worked. At the Monday morning meeting, Marcus called her out in front of everyone. "Chloe, what is going on with you? You’re at the bottom of the leaderboard for three weeks straight. I think we need to stop talking about your 'luck'." Chloe’s face turned bright red. "Marcus, I’ve just been having off-days. I’ll fix it." "Fix it?" Marcus scoffed. "We all know how you got those early deals. Now that Nancy is gone, you can’t close a single thing?" Chloe looked like she had been slapped. I heard about the meeting while eating my lunch in Admin. Lily asked me, "Nancy, you used to be close with Chloe. Does she actually have some kind of power?" I smiled. "Do you believe in that?" Lily thought about it. "Not really. But she was so accurate before." "That's because," I paused, "someone else was making her 'luck' for her." "Who?" I didn't answer and went back to my lunch. In the afternoon, Chloe stormed into Admin. She stood in front of my desk, her eyes red, her voice shaking. "Nancy, tell me the truth. Are you doing this to punish me?" I looked up. "Punish you for what?" "You transferred, you refused to help me—you're doing this because I took your clients!" she screamed, attracting the attention of the entire room. "But I did what was best for the company! You're being selfish!" Everyone in Admin stopped working and stared. I laid down my pen and stood up. "Chloe, I transferred because I wanted to. It has nothing to do with you. I didn't help you because I don't work in Sales. That also has nothing to do with you. You lost those clients because of your own incompetence." "You're lying!" Chloe’s tears spilled over. "You're just jealous of me! You want to see me fail!" I chuckled. "Jealous of you? You're at the bottom of the leaderboard. What is there to be jealous of?" Chloe gasped, completely speechless. A few chuckles broke out from the surrounding desks. Her face flushed crimson. In a fit of rage, she swept her hand across my desk, knocking my water mug right over. Water splashed everywhere, completely soaking my files. The Admin Director rushed over. "Chloe! What do you think you’re doing?!" Chloe gasped, realizing what she had done. "I'm sorry! It was an accident..." "Get out," the Director said, his voice cold. Chloe bit her lip, glared at me, and ran out. The Director helped me wipe down my desk, whispering, "Do you have history with her?" "Not really," I smiled. "She just thinks I’m blocking her manifestations." At the end of the day, as I walked out of the building, I saw Chloe waiting by the sidewalk. She marched over and hissed in a low voice, "Nancy, don't think you've won. My luck will come back. When I'm back on top, I’ll make sure you pay." I looked at her calmly. "Chloe, your luck never existed. Not then, and definitely not now." Her face paled. "What do you mean?" "You know exactly what I mean." I walked right past her. Behind me, she screamed, "You'll regret this!" I didn't look back. Regret? TThe only thing I regretted was referring her to this company in my past life. This time, I was going to let her dig her own grave.
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