The fire was much worse than last time. Thick black smoke billowed outward, filling the first-floor lobby with the choking stench of burnt materials.Dozens of merchants crowded the entrance, stomping their feet and cursing.When Robert Hoffman, the mall manager, spotted me, his eyes lit up. He rushed over and grabbed my arm. "Samuel! You're just in time! Get in there and fix the electrical system!"He spoke as if it were only natural, like he was ordering one of his own employees around.He happened to grab my right arm—the one that had been broken by the merchants. The bone had never healed properly, and it still ached whenever the weather turned damp or rainy.The moment Robert yanked it, pain shot through my entire arm, as if someone were driving nails through it from the inside out. Cold sweat instantly broke across my back.I gritted my teeth, pulled my arm free, and stepped back. "I'm not your mall's electrician. I can't fix it."Robert froze, his face turning bright red.
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