Warehouse on Fire

Leila groaned as her hand flung to her forehead. The pain she was feeling in her head was excruciating. She tightened her eyes closed as she rubbed her forehead, turning to the side.

She was not even able to get drunk, but her head was aching like she did. Her eyes were still closed when she felt a sort of heat coming from the direction she faced. Her brows creased.

Why was she feeling warmth coming from that side?

Ring! Ring! Ring!

She sighed and turned to the other side to face her bedside table. She tapped her hands on the bedside table to get her phone. Once she did, without looking at the caller ID, she answered the call and placed it on her ear.

Before she could say anything, the person on the other line spoke, "Boss, the warehouse caught fire"

Leila snapped her eyes open and got up from the bed, glancing at the caller ID. "What do you mean caught fire? What warehouse?" she asked.

"HQ," the man on the other end said