Chapter One: The Best Door on the Worst Day

The woman's expression shifted. “This is the final interview for Obsidian Risk Management. Only someone carrying a blank coin may enter.” The doors locked behind Wanxing. “Miss Lin.” The woman opened a file already bearing Wanxing's name. “Why have you survived four hundred and seventeen low-probability accidents in twenty-six years?” The file began with a photograph of her falling into an empty swimming pool at three and ended with last month's elevator dropping three floors. It contained incidents even she had forgotten. “I don't know,” she said. The woman slid a red button across the table. “Final question. Press this and the cable above you will snap. A three-hundred-kilogram counterweight will fall in two seconds.