My gaming-obsessed roommate landed a job as the company’s “metaphysics consultant,” earning fifty thousand a month. I’m a master’s graduate in history, earning eight thousand. He puts on an act as a mystic; I make up excuses to cover for him. He brings in the money; I handle the cleanup. I thought we could keep the scam going forever, until the HR director checked his credentials, his ex-girlfriend recognized him, and a real master showed up to challenge him… This story is entirely fictional. All metaphysical scenes are played for laughs and have nothing to do with superstition. Do not imitate.
