Mark was flying. He felt like a god. But there was a catch he didn't see.

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.

He had gotten exactly what he asked for: he was no longer the head of the department, and he certainly had no more debts to pay. He was going to a place where his needs would be provided for, and where Elena could never find him. A prison cell.

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.

(Do you want a classic Archer-style twist or a happy ending?)

Desperate to fix it, Mark opened the journal again. His hands shook. He didn't want the debt, and he wanted his freedom back.