Chapter 83

Vincent

The moment the call comes in, I know there's no time to waste. I snatch my car keys and dash toward the car.

When I finally skid into the warehouse parking lot, it feels like stepping onto the set of some disaster movie.

Smoke covers the sky with a threatening shade of gray, the kind you'd associate with foreboding or bad omens.

I flinch at the sight. There are firetrucks everywhere, with firefighters fighting to put the blaze out.

"Mr. Sterling! Over here!" someone calls out, but their voice is barely audible through crackling flames and commanding shouts.

Nathan is by my side within minutes, his face ashen.

"Status report," I demand, my voice steady despite the adrenaline tap-dancing through my veins.

"Northeast corner's compromised, but we've contained most of the blaze to the south wing," he quickly briefs me.

"Evacuation?" My eyes scan for exits, for signs that my people are safe.

"Complete, but you've got a couple of injuries," he adds.

"Show me."

He leads me over to whe