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—”

from the coat rack and took large strides out of his office, heading toward the elevator.

flammable items. Even the warehouse manager stopped having smoke breaks for the same reason. Therefore, the

as he drove

heading to the same destination. She had managed to make it within twenty minutes for a typically thirty-minute drive. When she alighted, her blood turned cold. All

The manager

nodded, her face pale as she watched the fire destroy a part of her. “Are the firefighters

again. They said there was a

bloodshot eyes. “What about the fabrics?

lowered his head in

body swayed, feeling like her world was spinning. She held onto her car door, forcing herself to keep steady. “Not a single yard made it out?” She questioned, squeezing her palm tightly. She had to keep composed, or

all eating our food outside and had no clue what happened. When we returned, the fire had spread.

them. Joyce hopped out of it, running up

that they

fists in disbelief.

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