Chapter 100 The Mysterious Proposal

• The envelope on my desk was black, sealed with a wax insignia of my partner’s initials—a dramatic touch that fit him perfectly. I sat back in my chair, staring at it like it might explode. It had arrived with no explanation, delivered by a courier who’d slipped past my assistant as though he had clearance.
• “What now?” I muttered, picking it up.
• "Tonight, 8 PM. The rooftop. Wear red. Bring nothing but yourself. "