Prologue

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The room was dark except for the one spotlight showing the boy kneeling, his face covered in shadow. He couldn’t have been more than 18 years old. The mechanical voice began speaking but he could not know where it came from.

“This threat to the company must be eliminated. All the others have tried and haven’t managed to defeat her. You alone have the power to rid the world of this girl.

“I trust only you for this task, Dylan. For you are my son and thus heir to this company. Find the threat, and end her.”

The young boy gave a start at hearing this. He had known he was going to be given a difficult job but, actually killing someone? Was he capable of doing it?

The voice seemed not to notice his hesitation. “Be careful. While we do not know exactly what she looks like, we do know she is highly manipulative. One of her most common aliases is ‘Rose Wilson’

“Your transportation is waiting for you outside when you’re ready. Be careful, and strike true.”

 The boy lifted his head and his hard ice blue eyes searched the darkness to find a silhouette of his father sitting in the only chair in the room. He gave one swift nod, stood up with shaking legs and left. 

He walked quickly and swiftly to the black van that waited for him outside. The driver opened the door for him and Dylan climbed in. The door slam shut with a final certainty as he put his head into his hands.

What the fuck have I gotten myself into?

am Rose Wilson. And this is my story.

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This is my first attempt at an actual story/book so please bear with me. Anyways, comment on what you thought of the prologue and tell me if there is anything I should fix!

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