A niggling fear began to work its way into Todorov’s mind. “Signore, while none of this appears dangerous, I feel I have a responsibility to my employees and your customers to make sure that nothing we produce could ever be considered—”

Andros’s laugh cut him off. “Oh, it’s quite harmless, Todorov. It’s an old beauty formula. A ‘lost secret’ so to speak. It was recently discovered and our marketing team thought it worthy of investigation. The sales pitch alone was enough to tempt them. ‘An ancient formula for health and rejuvenation.’ Buy the wisdom of the ancients for a reasonable price!”

“Oh.” Todorov almost chuckled at his own paranoia. “So it is a beauty product?”

“Oh yes.” Signore Andros smiled again and an inadvertent shiver ran down Paskal Todorov’s spine, despite the warmth of his cozy office.

“One could almost call it… the elixir of life.”

The End