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—”
“It’s not an important meeting. Postpone it for two hours. I’ll be back soon.” He retrieved his coat from the coat rack and took large strides out of his office, heading toward the elevator. His handsome, aloof face was filled with worry.
Warehouses that store fabric 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 seemed.
Shane frowned as he drove toward the outskirts.
At the same time, Natalie was 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 she could see was the warehouse being devoured by flames.
“Ms. Smith!” The manager hurriedly ran toward her.
Natalie merely nodded, her face pale as she watched the fire destroy a part of her. “Are the firefighters not here yet?”
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