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itingforhimwithasmileonherface.
“Mr.Gates,yourfriendJiaJiongisontheline,”shesaid,handinghimthephone.
Billpickeditup,expectingtohearthefamiliarvoiceofhisfriendontheotherend.Butinstead,heheardonlysilence.
Andthen,inasuddenburstofenergy,JiaJiongspokeup.“Gauge,Iknowyou‘relistening!AndIwanttotellyousomething...”
Butbeforehecouldsayanotherword,Bill‘sphonewentdead,leavinghimwithmorequestionsthananswers.
Hesighedandputthephonedown,shakinghisheadinfrustration.Whatwasgoingon?Whydideveryonekeepdisappearinglikethis?
Andthen,asheturnedtoleave,heheardafaintbuzzingsoundcomingfromhispocket.Hereachedinandpulledoutanote,foldedneatlyintoasmallpieceofpaper.
Itread:“Meetmeattheoldoaktreeintheparkatmidnight.Comealone.”
Bill‘seyesnarrowedashelookedaroundtheroom,wonderingwhocouldhavewrittenthismessageandwhytheywantedtoseehimsobadly.
Hecrumpledthenoteupinhishand,feelingashiverrundownhisspine.Whatwasgoingon?AndwhatdidithavetodowithJiaJiong?
Asheleftthehotelroom,Billcouldn‘tshakeoffthefeelingthatsomethingbigwasbrewing,somethingthatwouldchangeeverythingforever.
Andso,atmidnight,hemadehiswaytotheoldoaktreeinthepark,readyforwhateverlayahead.