Chapter Eight

Armand's instinct to continue going up the stairs was strong. Ignoring the receptionist's pleas to retreat, he pressed on.

"I know There's fire up there, but I need to go in there!" Armand insisted, his voice edged with urgency.

"But it's too dangerous! We need to evacuate," the receptionist implored, her eyes wide with fear.

Their exchange grew more heated as Armand argued for action and the receptionist stressed the importance of safety protocols. Back and forth they went, their voices rising above the blare of the alarms until a team of firefighters burst through the entrance, clad in protective gear.

"We need everyone out now!" one of the firefighters bellowed, cutting through the debate.

Reluctantly, Armand yielded, knowing that further resistance would only hinder the efforts of the professionals. With a heavy heart, he allowed himself to be escorted outside, where a crowd of concerned onlookers had gathered,

As the chaos subsided, Armand approached the receptionist. "I'm sorry