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"Fuck," Marissa hissed as she lifted her phone to her ear.

"Fire in the server room," Kimberly said, her voice shaky. "We got it out quickly."

Her voice faded as he realized Marissa was on the phone with emergency responders.

"I don't know. We're not there. I just got an alarm on my phone. It may be nothing, but I would appreciate having the fire department check it out."

He lifted a brow and mouthed. "What is it?"

"Sir?" his assistant questioned. "What do you want us to do?"

Fuck. Too much was happening at once. He stood and strode out of the restaurant. The server scurried after him with his card. Marissa scrambled to catch up with them and snatched the card from the frantic employee. "I'll get it to him," he heard her say.

"Kimberly, get a pilot on the line. I want to be on the jet in two hours or less. Keep everyone in the building. Lock it down."

He barely heard her reply as he shoved the phone in his pocket and turned to face Marissa. "What was your call about?"

"Server at Solitaire. An alert on my phone says it's overheating."

"God fucking damn it. The server at my building in Chicago caught fire. This is an attack. Why didn't I get the alert about Solitaire?" he asked as he scrolled his phone.

She shook her head and placed a hand on his arm. "It's something I just set up when I was reprogramming some things for you. I monitor everything for the first thirty days or so to make sure everything is working right."

His fists clenched. She should have told him.

"Let's get back to Solitaire. We've got some decisions to make."

As they sped toward the club, she reached over and gripped his hand and he felt himself relax.

He stayed on the phone with his security team in Chicago, barking orders and gathering information as quickly as they could.

Kimberly called to let him know a jet would be ready in an hour.

"Thank you. I'll let you know if I'm alone or if Marissa is coming with me as soon as I can."

"Why wouldn't I come with you?" she asked, worry in her voice.

He rested a hand at her nape and squeezed. "If this is a coordinated attack, we need one of us in both places. I might need you to stay here."

She closed her eyes but gave a subtle nod.

When they approached the front of Solitaire, a fire truck was sitting with flashing lights.

There were no signs of smoke, so Lance took that as a good sign.

He led them around back to the secondary structure on the property and unlocked the server room.

One of the machines was smoking but not on fire, thank goodness.

He thanked the firemen for coming out and apologized for the false alarm.

"Looks like it was a wise call to make. That was a lot of smoke."

He gave a terse nod. Marissa was already pulling out a wire, plugging her phone into the damaged machine to see what kind of data loss there was.

"I'll go get the better tech," Lance murmured.

On his way, he called Patrick and let him know what was going on.

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