Vaughn sat at his desk, sifting through documents, his mind racing with thoughts of the recent developments.
His focus was abruptly shattered when Ryle, his assistant, burst into the room, his face pale and eyes wide with alarm.
"Vaughn, there's been a blast," Ryle blurted out, his voice shaking.
Vaughn shot up from his chair, his heart pounding. "What? Where did it happen?"
Ryle took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. "California. Outside your parents' house."
Vaughn felt a cold chill run down his spine. "What…? Get the car ready, now!"
Ryle nodded and rushed out of the office.
Vaughn grabbed his phone, dialing his father's number with trembling fingers. As he walked briskly towards the exit, Eliza, who had been watching the scene unfold from her desk, quickly gathered her things and followed him.
"Vaughn, what happened?" Eliza asked, her voice filled with concern.
