The girl peered into the inferno, coughing as thick smoke filled her lungs. She covered her nose and shook her head, backing away. "No way. It's suicide. I can't save you alone. I'll go find security—they'll be here soon."
She turned to flee.
"Don't go!"
Derek shrieked, terror seizing him. "I'm a Finch! My father is Vincent Finch! Get me out and I'll give you a million! No—two million! Anything you want!"
In this city, the Finch name carried weight, but two million dollars was life-changing.
The girl froze.
Slowly, she turned back, hesitation giving way to greed. She stared at Derek, then at the roaring fire, and bit her lip. "Two million? You swear it?"
"I swear! I promise!" Derek nodded frantically. "Just get me out! I'll transfer it immediately!"
Decision made, the girl rushed toward the doorway.
I stood in the shadows, watching dispassionately.
In my previous life, my first move had been to cut the gas valve and smother the source before daring to approach the steel frame. But this girl lacked basic common sense. Spotting a bucket of water nearby, she didn't think twice. She heaved it up and splashed it directly into the heart of the flames.
"Don't—!"
Derek's scream merged with the roar of the explosion.
The secondary blast blew half the doorframe off its hinges. Flames erupted outward, licking the ceiling and engulfing the room in a wave of heat. Derek let out a blood-curdling shriek as his body convulsed.
Then came the smell—the sickly sweet stench of burning flesh.
His hands.
Moments ago, he had been gripping the lab bench for support. Now, exposed to the flash fire, his skin curled and split, leaving his hands a charred, bloody ruin.
The blast knocked the girl off balance, but the thought of two million dollars drove her forward. Gritting her teeth, she lunged through the smoke, grabbed Derek's arm, and hauled him backward with all her strength.
"Stop! It hurts! Let go!"
Derek's wails were guttural, piercing the roar of the fire.
His right leg was still pinned under the steel frame. Her violent yank tore at the trapped limb, sending spasms of agony through his body.
"My hands! My hands are ruined!"
Deaf to his pleas, the girl braced her feet and dragged him out from under the debris. Derek collapsed onto the floor, curling into a fetal ball. He clutched his mangled hands to his chest, sobbing uncontrollably.