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The man in the black suit entered, locking the doors behind him. I eyed the scar on his forehead, leaning back on my chair and clenching my jaw.
“So?” I asked, trying to hide the anger in my voice.
He didn’t dare to ask me to sit down, he knew I might reach for the blade and slit his throat. That’s what I did to the last man I had sent for my mission, anyway. He had failed, and I needed to show them just how much displeased I was.
How they had failed me.
No one dares to do that.
“Someone from the guards caught the poison, Sir,” he said, his deep voice turning into a stutter. “I-I don’t know how but they are blaming the cook.”
I exhaled sharply, closing my eyes. I didn’t say anything for a few moments. The air thick and tense in the room.
“For now,” I whispered, standi
