Chapter 2

"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.