A Single Red Rose (Part 1)

(Writer's Write Prompt) You come into work one morning and the dry erase board on your desk has a note on it that you didn't write. You assume it's a coworker friend so, just to amuse yourself, you respond to the note on the board with your own note. The next morning you come in and there's...

A single red rose laying sweetly on your desk. You have definitely got an admirer, you think to yourself with a smile, but who? Ive known everyone in this office for years.
You shrug off your coat, toss it onto the back of your chair before slumping down in it yourself. Its early. No one else ever gets in this early but its your most productive hour of the day.
You pick up the rose and bring it to your nose, eyes closed. The smell is sweet and rich, but not the floral whiff you were expecting. There is a different smell. A strange smell. Like hot pennies in an excited childs hand at the arcade.
Your eyes burst open, seeing for the first time the pool of red on the desk. Shiny and wet. Fresh.
Your brain is slow to catch on and you stare at the red for some time before you take a sharp inhale and push back your chair, dropping the rose on instinct. It tumbles onto the floor and thats when you see the white petals above the stem.
Who would do this? You think before your brain scrambles completely. You cant move. You are stuck to the spot, staring at the other spot. The darkening ooze becoming a richer red as the minutes pass. You are so enraptured by the stain on your desk that you fail to notice the soft footsteps coming up behind you.
Your eyes bulge and you lose your balance as your throat quickly closes. You fight for breath, for balance, for relief. It comes quickly and you are thankful for that.
Your body sags to the floor .... (TO BE CONTINUED)

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