All Chapters of I Cursed My Boss' Company Into Ruin: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

9 Chapters

Chapter 1

My colleagues lifted their heads in unison when I was kicked out of my boss, Frank Gordon's, office.It was so quiet that I could hear the buzzing of the air conditioner.One of my colleagues, Leonard Hamilton, approached me while holding an old mug."Damn, Mike! You were actually kicked out. What were you two shouting about in there?"I didn't answer his question as I brushed the dust off my clothes.Frank stood at the entrance of his office. He pointed a finger at me and exclaimed, "You can forget about scaring me with your mysterious words, Michael Fulton! Feel free to leave if you want, but you won't be getting even a penny of your salary for this month!""What gives you the right to withhold my salary from me?" I demanded. "I worked overtime for two weeks.""What gives me the right?" Frank repeated. "Because not only did you skip work, but you're talking back to your superior!"Frank whirled around and made a beeline toward the finance department, shouting, "Get out here,

Chapter 2

I tossed my bag on the bed after I returned to my tiny, rented apartment. I sprawled out on the bed before slipping my hand under the pillow and pulling out a yellowed notebook.I flipped to the first page and read the entry that was written in wonky handwriting.The incident had happened in 2008. After my seatmate, Timothy Jackson, stole my eraser, I said that he would definitely slip and fall in the next three days.Timothy ended up falling into a cesspool that was near the school on the third day. It took a long time before the adults fished him out. A rancid stench followed him wherever he went for a whole week.I flipped to the second page.The next incident took place in 2011. When the class representative, Kevin Hill, accused me of cheating, I declared that the entire school would learn something humiliating about him in the next three days.Kevin's love letter was confiscated by the homeroom teacher on the third day. It was pasted on the most eye-catching spot on the noti

Chapter 3

The next morning, I headed to the company with a labor contract to negotiate my case.I spotted Leonard smoking by the entrance when I made it to the building.Leonard hastily approached me when he noticed me, exclaiming, "Oh, my God, Mike! Guess what? Mr. Gordon's in big trouble. He's practically being cooked in the hot water that he's landed himself in."He excitedly stubbed out his cigarette before continuing, "His wife, Cassidy, was hospitalized last night because her head got scalded.""What happened?" I asked."She went to South Shores for dinner last night. When she asked the waitress to refill her glass, the waitress accidentally tripped over her own two feet and splashed the entire jug of hot water on her head."Lily already visited her. She truly had such rotten luck. I'm sure that you're aware of how much Cassidy treasures her hair. She had no choice but to shave her entire head bald."Just then, Frank strode out of the building. His face was deathly pale as he clutch

Chapter 4

It was still bright and early in the morning when Frank forcefully dragged me to a law firm.He sat next to me. There were dark circles under his eyes, and his hair was an utter mess. He looked nothing like the proud and arrogant man that he usually presented himself as.The lawyer, Ronald Fray, who was sitting opposite us, adjusted his glasses before pushing a document toward us. "We can't process the ownership transfer at the moment, Mr. Gordon," he said calmly."Why not?" Frank exclaimed in a panic. "I'm willing to transfer the company to him! It belongs to him now!"Ronald sighed and explained, "It's because the court has frozen your company's assets this morning. They launched an investigation into your company and discovered that it's currently three million dollars in debt. Not only that, but it's also embroiled in several labor dispute cases."You're unable to transfer the company's ownership until you've cleared all your debt. If you attempt to do so, you'll be committing

Chapter 5

At 2:00 pm, Frank and I stood in front of the funeral home.Although Frank still couldn't let go of the fact that his father had donated his entire fortune, he still decided to identify the body and handle the paperwork. After all, his biological father had passed away.The mixed scent of formalin and low-quality candles permeated the hallway of the funeral home. The place was dim and damp, making goosebumps erupt all over one's skin.Frank's footsteps were a little unsteady as he walked in front of me. He was still cursing his father out."That damned geezer! How dare he cause trouble for me even when he's dead? Why would he donate his entire fortune without leaving even a cent for me?"Meanwhile, I mulled over the timing of his father's death as I trailed after him.Three days ago, I cursed Frank to go bankrupt. Three days ago was also when his father died.Was his father's death truly just pure coincidence? It was terrifying if it was.A staff member led us toward the morgu

Chapter 6

It was already 8:00 pm when Frank and I left the funeral home.Ignoring Frank's barrage of questions, I hailed a cab to Mom's house. My thoughts were completely full of the mysteries behind the photo on my way there.Dad had just been a regular worker. He passed away a long time ago. Mom had never mentioned that he was friends with a wealthy person or even that he had been partners with one.Mom was wearing an apron and bustling about the kitchen when I opened the door and stepped into her house. She nearly jumped out of her skin when she saw me rush into the kitchen, looking as pale as a sheet."What's going on, Mike?" she asked.I slapped the photo on the dining table and asked, "Do you know this man, Mom?"Mom picked up the photo. Her hands started trembling violently, causing the spatula to slip from her fingers and clatter on the floor. Her eyes slowly reddened as she stared at the photo for a long time."You… Where did you get this?""Frank's father left it for me. He's d

Chapter 7

The next morning, a black Mercedes slowed to a stop in front of me right after I left the residential area.The car window was wound down, revealing Frank in the driver's seat. The amicable smile that he was wearing left a bad taste in my mouth."Good morning, Mike! Get in. I'll treat you to breakfast," he said.I recalled how he had tried to strangle me to death the day before in the funeral home. Why was he acting so friendly toward me now? Did the sun rise in the west that day?Frank hastily got out of the car when he realized that I wasn't budging. He then circled the car and opened the door for me."I admit that I was in the wrong yesterday, Mike," he said. "I let my emotions get the better of me, but I've calmed down now. Although Dad donated his fortune after his death, he still had a car and an old property, which were transferred to me. I've paid off my three million dollar debt!""You've paid off your debt?" I asked, arching my brow. "With what money?""That's right! I

Chapter 8

The case went to court a week later.The gallery was packed. The audience consisted of people like Leonard, who just wanted to find out what the commotion was about. Frank had also asked his relatives to show up to occupy the seats.Frank sat in the defendant's seat. He was dressed in a branded suit, but he was wearing an ashen expression. His eyes darted from left to right as he repeatedly wiped his sweat.Patrick stood up and handed a thick stack of documents to the judge."Your Honor, this is proof that my client's father, Jason Fulton, was a shareholder in the past. His former partner, Mr. Dean Gordon's, signature is also penned on the document. "However, Mr. Gordon forged Mr. Fulton's signature in 1998 to transfer all of Mr. Fulton's shares to himself. He also falsely accused Mr. Fulton of embezzling the company's funds, which led to Mr. Fulton's imprisonment."Chaos erupted in the court.Frank leaped to his feet. He slammed his hands on the table and shouted, "Nonsense! T

Chapter 9

The company reopened a month later with Mom as the chairwoman while I became the owner.However, I still cycled back and forth to work every day. Not because I was stingy, but because I didn't dare recklessly spend my money due to the mysterious ways in which the curse worked.What if the curse worked by drawing from my future self's luck? It would be better if I kept a low profile.…One evening, I cycled past a bridge in the heart of the city.A man with disheveled clothes was huddled in a corner under the bridge. He had a broken bowl set in front of him that only had a few pennies in it.At first, I didn't pay much attention to the man. But I immediately skidded to a stop when I caught a glimpse of his face from the corner of my eye.The man was none other than Frank.He was dressed in a tattered shirt. His hair was a mess, and there was dirt smeared all over his face.The proud and arrogant CEO of the past had been reduced to an actual beggar.Frank lunged at me when he s

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