She already knew I was coming today?
Kiri placed the card on the table face up.
Becky's eyes went wide.
The Chariot?
The Chariot meant going after victory and having guts in battle.
Even though this wasn't some official reading, from a fortune teller's point of view, chance meetings often showed fate way clearer.
"Customer, what do you wanna know? Money, power, strength, or..."
Kiri said dead serious:
"I want to know the odds of a plan I'm about to pull off working!"
Becky's face scrunched up:
"Customer, this shop doesn't do readings for that kind of stuff."
If plans went south, customers usually came back pissed off and demanding answers.
Becky really didn't want to read this.
Hearing this:
"Slap!"
Kiri slammed down a bag of gold coins she'd found in some secret room of an abandoned courtyard.
Golden and totally blinding.
Holy crap!
So much cash!
Way more than manuscript money!
But Becky stuck to her fortune-telling risk rules and fought to look away.
