Blood Roses
Just an older man with silver hair and eyes like oil; slick, dark, unreadable.
They called him consigliere. Advisor. Manipulator.
He smiled at her like he knew everything.
Including why she was here.
She avoided him for the rest of the day.
But that night, as she cleaned the study, she found something.
A black notebook, half-buried under a pile of folders.
Inside, dates. Payments. Names. Including her father’s.
One name was underlined in red.
"Project 5B : Initiated by A.D."
She blinked. Her breath caught.
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