After all, Shane might reward him if he had done Natalie a favor.

Natalie held the documents against her chest and declined. “Thank you for offering, Mr. Plumlee, but there's no need. The warehouse where I store my fabrics is on fire. My employee has already called the fire department. I'm gonna go take a look.” She bowed apologetically before leaving the restaurant and drove off.

Watching as her car left his sight, Niall contemplated for a minute before he eventually decided to report the matter to Shane.

Shane's brows furrowed when he heard the news. Why would the warehouse be on fire for no reason?

“Silas,” Shane called out, knocking twice on his desk.

Silas pushed open the door and stood at the entrance. “Yes, Mr. Shane?”

“Prepare the car!” Shane ordered as he stood up.

Surprised, Silas asked, “Are you going out, Mr. Shane? But there's a meeting—”

be back soon.” He retrieved his coat from the coat rack and

materials weren't allowed to have flammable items. Even the warehouse manager stopped having smoke breaks for the same reason. Therefore, the source of the fire certainly wasn't as simple as it

frowned as he drove

the same destination. She had managed to make it within twenty minutes for a typically

Smith!” The manager

face pale as she watched the fire destroy a part of

called again. They said there was a traffic jam on

“What about

manager lowered his

world was spinning. She held onto her car door, forcing herself to keep steady. “Not a single yard made it

our food outside and had no clue what happened. When we returned, the

another car came to a stop next to them. Joyce hopped out of it, running up to grab Natalie's hand without bothering to shut her car door. She asked about the fabrics

that

hands into fists in disbelief. “Gone? All

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