THE FORTUNE-TELLER SYSTEM

CHAPTER 12-DESTINY

This evening, Brooke trudged wearily up the stairs to his apartment, he had just finished some grueling session with clients and all he wanted now was to collapse onto his couch and forget about the world for a while.

But as he approached his door, he noticed something was off. The hallway seemed cluttered.

Brooke's heart sank as he noticed that it was all of his belongings scattered outside, strewn about the hallways and stairs like trash. Everything was out there, exposed to the prying eyes of neighbors.

"What the?" Brooke muttered, he spun around looking for some kind of explanation.

Then he saw Mr. Scott, the landlord. He was standing by the stairs and had a smug look on his face.

"Brooke? I have some bad news for you. The company that's been paying your rent, you know- the one that's been compensating you for that accident with the trailer truck?"

"What about them?"

"They've stopped paying your rent. Now that you're no longer crippled, they don't feel responsible fo