ELEVEN
"Please, let everything be under control." Alexis prayed inwardly as she paced back and forth in her office, her phone pressed tightly against her ear.
By then, Maya had excused her so she could focus.
"Pick your call for fuck's sake, Thomas." Alexis said, clenching her free fist as the number she was dialing kept ringing.
At the second dial, the person she was calling finally accepted the call.
"Thomas, what is the situation now?" She quickly inquired.
"Ma'am, the fire is spreading..." Thomas was saying and Alexis couldn't help but cut him short.
"What do you mean the fire is spreading? I thought the fire department had it under control!" She yelled, sounding exasperated.
"I am sorry, Ms. Alexis, but the situation is worse than we initially thought. The raw materials in storage area B and C have caught fire. It is making containment difficult." Thomas, the plant manager's voice crackled through the speaker.
