Two years after opening Elegance Kafui, Boris organized a small anniversary celebration.
Ironically, his three closest friends volunteered to arrange everything.
They chose a popular local bar.
Music played loudly.
People laughed.
Drinks flowed freely.
Boris arrived smiling warmly, completely unaware of the evil sitting beside him.
At one point he raised his glass proudly.
“To brotherhood,” he said.
Jean forced a smile.
Lucas avoided eye contact.
Simon quietly slipped a colorless toxin into Boris’s fruit juice.
The poison was powerful.
Fast.
And nearly impossible to trace.
Boris drank it without hesitation.
His Final Moments
Hours later, Boris stumbled through the front door of his villa violently ill.
Sweat covered his face.
His breathing became uneven.
Kafui rushed toward him in panic.
“Boris!”
He collapsed onto the sofa, trembling.
His head rested weakly on his mother’s lap.
“I think…” he whispered painfully, “I just need to close my eyes for a minute.”
Kafui stroked his forehead desperately.
“No, stay awake! Boris, stay awake!”
But within moments…
his body went still.
The silence that followed shattered her soul forever.
