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"Hello, I ..um, I'm looking for Miss Amelia" a middle-aged looking man announced from the counter. Everyone had already settled down and spoke in low voices which made the man audible, Amelia staring at her hands on her thighs dazingly paid no attention to him even though she heard him call for her clearly. "Amelia?, she's definitely not available!" John murmured to the young men sitting around him and turned to ward off the man who announced again after receiving no response "She has a package from an.... Abraham?". A screeching sound from the legs of the chair she sat on rang out as she jumped off it in shock, surprise, and awe. "I'm here" Amelia softly said walking towards him. "Thank you" receiving the bag from him and tried to stabilize her feet and mind as the man turned and left. "Did she receive a gift from the devil?" Cole sprawled on the couch commented seeing her pale face "What on earth is she playing this time around?!" John said. Everything around her turned blurry as her whole attention was on the bag. She loosened it and brought out a small and portable platinum box from it with laboured breathing and pounding heartbeat as she opened it, praying internally for a reply that gave location, time and requirements and bracing herself up for any disappointment. She knew not to hope for much as the sender said Abraham. Not Abrams or Abram but Abraham. "Please" Amelia whispered as she unfolded the letter she removed from the box. "Please" her lips moved inaudibly.