Eileen’s POV

The moment the flames caught—They spread fast.Too fast.

Inside the studio, the faint fire I had spotted seconds ago had already grown, licking upward along the fabric racks like it had been waiting for air.

Waiting to breathe.Waiting to explode.

“Everyone out!” My voice rang again, sharper this time.

Panic erupted instantly.

Staff members scrambled toward the exits, some grabbing bags, others too stunned to even think straight.

One of the junior assistants froze in place, staring at the fire with wide, terrified eyes.

“I—I can’t—”

I moved without hesitation.

I grabbed the girl’s wrist firmly.

“You can. Move.”

My tone left no room for fear.

The girl...