Apocalypse Rebirth: Making Billions With My Fortune-Telling Skill

April smoothed down her black blazer dress, shook the dust off her sneakers, and wiped the predatory grin off her face.

Slapping the cold, indifferent ’elite client’ persona back on, she walked over to the massive security doors and pressed the exit buzzer.

​The heavy metal doors slid open with a deep, mechanical groan.

​Mr. Harrison and Samuel were standing right outside, sipping cheap coffee from paper cups. The moment the doors parted, both men instinctively peered past April’s shoulders to check on the progress of the ’logistics team.’

Or perhaps she had come to finally tell them that she did need the help of Millennium shippers.

​But the sight that they saw made Mr. Harrison instantly choke on his coffee, coughing violently as his paper cup slipped from his fingers, splashing dark liquid all over his polished leather shoes.

​Samuel’s hand completely froze mid-air. His sharp eyes narrowed behind his wire-rimmed glasses, his pupils shrinking into pinpricks as he stared into the cavernous, completely hollowed-out warehouse.

​Five hundred tons of food and water reserves. Gone. Completely vanished without a single trace. There were no heavy flatbed trucks lined up, no forklift engines roaring, and not a single soul standing in the aisles. Just an empty concrete wasteland.

Just how was that possible?

​”M-Miss April...” Harrison stammered, his face turning a ghostly shade of white as he gripped the doorframe for balance. ”Where... where did the inventory go? How did your team move five hundred tons of cargo in fifteen minutes without opening the main loading docks?! Where even is the team?”

He couldn’t handle it any longer and ended up asking but ​April didn’t offer him a single glance. She casually adjusted her hair, letting the healthy brown waves cascade elegantly over her shoulder.

​”I told you, Mr. Harrison. My logistics team handles things in total privacy,” April said, her voice smooth, deadpan, and entirely icy. ”The transaction is complete. Remember to have Samuel on speed dial the moment your next cargo ships dock at the harbor. I expect double the volume next time.”

​”Y-Yes, ma’am! Immediately, ma’am!” Harrison squeaked, trembling so hard he could barely stand straight.

In his mind, this woman wasn’t just a rich client anymore—she was backed by forces so powerful, so beyond the black market, that she could make mountains move in silence within minutes.

He had seen it with his own eyes, but he just couldn’t believe it.

​April stepped past him and walked back toward the luxury sedan.

Samuel lingered for a moment longer, his gaze sweeping the completely empty warehouse floor one last time before he hurried after her.

​When they got back into the car, the silence in the leather interior was heavy and suffocating.

Samuel adjusted his rearview mirror, staring at April as she rested her chin on her hand, looking out the window as if she hadn’t just broken the laws of physics.

​Before Samuel could even muster the courage to start the engine, the high-end dashboard console began to flash red. An encrypted incoming call overrode the system.

​It was Xavier Reed.

​Samuel quickly tapped the screen to answer, placing it on speaker. ”Sir, I am with Miss April. We have just concluded her initial wholesale purchase at Millennium.”

​”Samuel, step out of the car for a moment,” Xavier’s deep, commanding voice echoed through the speakers, though there was a rare, tightly wound edge of desperation bleeding through his tone. ”I need to speak with Miss April privately.”

​”Understood, sir,” Samuel said immediately. He turned off the engine, slipped out of the driver’s seat, and closed the heavy door, standing several meters away on the asphalt.

​April didn’t move an inch. She didn’t even turn her head toward the console. ”You’re a very busy man, Mr. Reed. I assume you called because your corporate cleanup is going smoothly?”

​”The cleanup is handled,” Xavier responded, his voice dropping into a low, intense rumble. ”Chen is in custody, and the mainframe has been completely locked down from our offline grid. My stocks didn’t drop a single point. You saved my empire before the sun even fully rose today.”

​A brief pause hung in the air before Xavier spoke again, his breath hitching slightly over the line.

”My assistant just informed me,” Xavier continued, his voice dropping into a low rumble. ”Samuel sounds like he’s just seen a ghost. He tells me you just swiped over three million dollars for five hundred tons of bulk survival rations... and that the entire sector of the Millennium warehouse was completely emptied out in less than thirty minutes with zero transport logs. No trucks. No machinery. Just empty concrete.”

​April tilted her head, a soft yet dangerous smirk reflecting in the glass window. ”Your assistant has very good eyes, Mr. Reed. Your point?”

​”Who the hell are you?” Xavier demanded, his voice trembling with a mix of awe and profound skepticism. ”You predict the exact hour of a cyber betrayal, you know my private flight schedule, and now you’re hoarding hundreds of tons of food and making them vanish into thin air. There is no logistics team on this planet that operates in total silence. What do you know that I don’t? What are you planning?”

​April let out a low, smooth chuckle, leaning forward slightly toward the console. The billionaire was smart. He was already connecting the dots between her heavy hoarding and that she was planning something.

Of course, it was already super strange for the food to disappear into thin air and if care isn’t taken, she’ll be dragged into a lab and tested on for having super powers or whatever.

​”You’re asking the right questions, Mr. Reed,” April purred, her eyes gleaming like a wolf in the dark. ”But as I told you before... The main course always has a price. You paid ten million for that little bit of information.”

On the other side, Xavier frowned. She called informing him of his company’s shipping line going under a little bit of information?

Just what could possibly be bigger than this?

”Mr. Reed, if you want to know what I’m planning then you’ll have to dig deeper into your pockets.” April said, ”But it’s not time yet. I can’t have my cards all on the table so early in the game, right? Before that, why don’t I read you another fortune? Just note that it won’t be as cheap as the previous. With each of your futures I foretell, the money increases in folds. So, are you up for it?”