CHAPTER SIXTY
RICHARD'S POV

I was still trying to salvage the files on my desk when my phone buzzed violently in my pocket. I glanced at the screen and saw the caller ID: Augustus Merrick, the manager of the real estate company where I bought my house from. I frowned, wondering why he'd be calling me at this hour.

"Hello, Mr. Merrick," I answered, still half-focused on the stack of partially burnt papers in front of me.

"Richard, your house is on fire! We've called the firefighters, but you need to get here right away!" His voice was frantic, every word dripping with urgency and panic.

My heart skipped a beat. "What? How? I'll be there in five minutes!" I hung up, my hands trembling as I fumbled for my car keys. It's undoubtedly my worst day yet.

The drive was a blur of honking horns and red lights that I ignored. My mind raced faster than the car, filled with dread and disbelief.

When I arrived, my house was already engulfed in flames. Thick black smoke billowed into the sky, and th
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