[ WP ] A severely jaded fortune teller accidentally drops her crystal ball on her foot . She uses the injury to make a fraudulent worker 's compensation claim .

Delvry just wanted to go home. He'd heard enough. 
 `` Look if she dropped her crystal ball on her foot then she obviously knew it was going to happen. If she's did n't she's a fraud she did it on purpose. We're not paying.'' 
 Tim had already thought this through. Not his pay grade. `` Obviously but we'll need a rejection of coverage in writing. Like you said'Paper pushes paper'. Anyway I'm heading home text me if you need anything.'' 
 `` Sure thing.'' muttered Delvry. Paper pushes paper. When had he come up with that gem? In his office the lights seemed dimmer. Falling asleep at his desk had become routine. The knock on his door let him know he had n't made it home again. Tracy would be pissed. Checking his phone he confirmed the argument that would happen later. `` You could have at least called.'' And Tracy would start in. Tim was there with a cup of coffee. `` Still here?'' he asked. The thought struck him just before the cup hit his lips. `` What's the amount she's asking for? Does n't matter. Whatever it is write the check for exactly that plus one cent. If she's a fraud she'll cash it.'' said Delvry. `` That's brilliant. You should head home.'' said Tim. Delvry pulled into the drive way and wearily crossed the threshold of another argument. Tracy was sitting at the kitchen table. She'd been crying. When she looked up and saw him a flood of incoherent sobs interrupted the tv in the living room. `` Oh my god. Its you. I was so worried.'' Delvry glanced over to the tv and saw the news feed of a major pile up. His phone began to ring. He answered it trying to figure out why his wife was so worked up. Christ she knew he worked late. `` Mr. Delvry? Good morning. This is Patricia. I dropped my crystal ball on my foot. I'll be sending your company a check for one cent and you'll be sending me a new crystal ball. Give Tracy my love.''
