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“Who is this?” I replied, extremely confused. 

“Is this Hazel?” 

“Who is this?” I repeated.

“Bye.” The call ended. 

‘Confused’ couldn’t express what I was feeling. Who the hell called someone just to say 'hi' and ‘bye'?

I tried calling again but the phone was switched off. 

I tried to recall if the voice sounded familiar for a few minutes, but it wasn’t. “It’s probably just a stupid prank call.” I shrugged, refilling the glass of orange juice I had placed on the table at the center of the three large grey sofas, opposite his main leather chairs behind the mahogany table.

Taking a gulp of the juice, the door was pushed open at the exact time my phone rang again. 

I answered the call grouchily, feelin