Chapter 288

((( DEO POV's )))

The pile of urgent workloads got us to overtime in the office. But in the middle of the night, a loud shattering sound interrupted our focus.

"What's that?"

"Sir," an employee looked at me curiously, "the big frame of the Founder fell."

I walked to where the huge portrait was. Shards of broken glass were littered on the floor and the old picture of the Zel Cantheliz Corporation's founder stared at me forebodingly. But that portrait was tightly fastened to the wall.

It's impossible for it to fall without unscrewing it. So… I instantly felt worried.

"Did somebody try to move this?"

"Nobody Sir."

Could it be a bad omen for the whole company? No way. That shouldn't be.

I immediately asked for the portrait to be encased in a glass frame again. Something about that broken thing was restraining my feet to move away.

"Sir! Sir!"

I turned around and saw another employee pointing at the big screen where the audit of outstanding income for the export and import was usually displayed. But at the moment, it displayed a bad news. My eyes widened as I stared at it…

The building where the Summit was currently taking place was on fire.

"Fin, give me the telephone." He handed it to me, "Here Sir." I immediately called Rhio.

When I told him what happened, he hung up for almost two minutes. And when he answered again…

"Know if Elthon is in that building."

The researcher shook his head sadly.

"Sir Deo…everybody included in the Summit were all trapped in the auditorium."

I also told that to Rhio.

"What does that mean?" I punched the side of the table, "Nobody survived the fire?"

"Sir…the firemen are still unable to go in the premise. Everybody's on the watch about the current situation."

I didn't hear Rhio speak anymore. He ended the call.

The attorney's possible demise would be a great loss to Rhio and to the whole company…

I still hoped Atty. Elthon survived.

Was that an accident or a foul play?

Thankfully, Rhio got back in the country before the fire broke out. Or else both of us would've been trapped inside too. I breathed heavily and looked back at the broken portrait.

Was that the omen?