The day my company laid people off, HR smiled as they escorted me into the elevator.
That night, I received an offer from the Underworld: “Now hiring a Spirit-Summoning Hotline Operator. KPIs are tied to complaints from vengeful ghosts.”
I thought answering calls on the ghost hotline was bad enough, until I ran into my ex-girlfriend at a haunted house crime scene. She was there investigating the case.
She held up a talisman and sneered. “Is this line of work so cutthroat that you’re hiring temps now?”
I quietly pressed the complaints button.
The next second, the spirit of her founding master leaped out of her jade pendant and bowed to me. “My young friend, about this month’s Outstanding Underworld Constable selection…”
