Gary was sitting on a bench, a red plam mark on his cheeks burning like a stamp.
His eyes flushed with tears of indignation and humiliation. ' Damn it! What went wrong?'
He hid his diary back at home. But still, he remembered each of the words through his heart.
' In the auction, the Book of High Enochian should be hidden in that golden box. After proving that before Emily, I could have easily goaded her to purchase another treasure for me.'
' Fuck! How did the book change? Could it be…The future diary was wrong?'
' No! How is that possible? How it could be?'
' Could it be…the seller changed it earlier? But how did they know?'
The burn of the slap still stings the cheeks of Gary.
He was elated when Emily pulled out an old grimoire from the hidden compartment of the golden box. But who could have thought instead of being a magical grimoire, it turned o ut to be an old erotic compilation.
