"It’s Spanish," the clerk muttered. "Belonged to a man who won the lottery and died the next day. Tragic." Mark laughed and bought it for five pounds.
As they led him out, Mark looked back at his desk. The journal was gone. In its place was a mirror. He saw his own reflection—older, tired, and trapped. Cuidado con lo que deseas - Jeffrey Archer.epub
He wrote: I wish I had never entered that estate sale. I wish I was back to being a mid-level consultant with nothing to worry about. He closed his eyes, expecting to wake up in his tiny flat. "It’s Spanish," the clerk muttered
The following Tuesday, she walked into his office. She had "mistakenly" been sent to his department for a consultation. They grabbed coffee. By Friday, they were inseparable. As they led him out, Mark looked back at his desk
One evening, while scouring an estate sale in a dusty corner of Chelsea, he found it. A small, unassuming leather-bound journal. The tag said: Cuidado con lo que deseas (Be careful what you wish for).
Instead, the door to his corner office burst open. Two police officers stepped in.