“Come the fuck—” Clara swore just as a low frequency rumble interrupted her bitching.
As a ball of flame enveloped the kitchen and surrounding areas, the hotel’s fire suppression system kicked in. Within seconds, the deluge from the sprinkles left her soaked to the bone.
“It’s a good thing I wore black today…” Clara said.
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