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

having smoke breaks for the same reason. Therefore, the source of the fire certainly wasn't as simple as

as he

a typically thirty-minute drive. When she alighted, her

Smith!” The manager hurriedly ran toward

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

called again. They said there was a traffic jam on

“What about the fabrics? Were any of

his head

keep steady. “Not a single yard made it out?” She questioned, squeezing her palm tightly. She had to keep composed, or else she didn't know what else

were all eating our food outside and had no clue what happened. When we returned, the fire had spread. There was no way we could

in despair. At that moment, another car came to a stop next to them. Joyce hopped out of it, running up to grab Natalie's hand without

regretfully informed her that they

hands into fists in disbelief. “Gone? All of

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