My Bad Luck Is On The Payroll
Language: en
Preston Reed hired me specifically for my bad juju. He calls it a "statistical anomaly," but let’s call it what it is: I’m a cooler. A walking entropy machine. Every company I clock into faces a catastrophic meltdown within three days. Preston, being the cutthroat CEO of Reed Enterprises, thought it would be brilliant to weaponize me. He pays me an exorbitant salary to act as a corporate saboteur, infiltrating his competitors and watching them burn. It was a perfect arrangement until the new Head of HR stormed in on my first day at his subsidiary, slapping a timesheet onto my desk. "You…