Nathan’s POV
A loud sound jolted me awake. I sat up in bed, groggy and disoriented.
"What the hell?" I grumbled, reaching for my phone, ready to scold whoever had the nerve to call at this hour. "Why are you..."
"Good morning, Sir," a breathless voice interrupted.
"What is it? Why are you panting?" My irritation faded as concern took over.
"It’s... there’s a fire, Sir," the voice replied.
I leaped out of bed. "Fire? Where?"
"One of the external warehouses, Sir."
"s**t!" I cursed, rushing to the bathroom. "Call the firefighters. I’m on my way," I ordered before hanging up.
In what felt like no time at all, I was at the warehouse.
As I stepped out of my car onto the grounds of my external jewelry warehouse, my heart sank. The once-proud building, which had housed my most valuable c
