He left the fork next to the plate, now empty. The meat was quiet good and also was the wine that they were drinking during the dinner. However, he was worried.
His guest hadn't been eating or drinking almost anything. His plate and his glass were still full.
-Is everything okay?-he asked.
He put his hand at his head. Suddenly, he had started to sweat. It was so hot on that room.
She smiled.
-Absolutely. Everything's perfect.
Then he realized. But it was too late. The poison had already arrived at each part of his body. He fell of the chair to the floor, ending a perfect dinner for her murderer.
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