He ran into my office and skidded to a stop, eyes wide and hands shaking.
"When did you develop your gift?"
I took my time to respond, mostly so I could try to work out what the hell he was talking about before I gave up.
"What?"
"Your ability to predict the future! The merger is canceled, they were cooking their books, everything you said would happen happened! Down to the letter!"
I debated internally for a long moment about how to tell him I merely assumed the worst case scenario.
Instead I charged him fifty bucks for a reading.
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