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business cards or anything I could use to contact them?”
    “They didn’t leave anything. I asked for their names and if they wanted me to relay any messages, but they said no. They said that they’d be getting in contact with you soon enough.”
    “I guess.” Jade responded, contemplating the strange occurrence.
    “That’s not all. There were four more people who stopped by after the two guys in suits. I only mentioned them first because they were the finest. An hour or so after those two had left, two women came in and then after them, two more guys stopped by. They all came in individually, though. The two women were gorgeous. I’d kill to have features like there’s. The third guy to come in was youngster. He was probably a year or two younger than you, but he was a sexy young thing, too,” Shana added.
    Jade then asked Shana, “And they all were asking for me? Did any of them look familiar?”
    “I’ve never seen any of them before,” Shana said, placing the last folded shirt in the bin. “Trust, I’d remember if I did. You don’t forget people who look like that. Maybe now that you’re here you can tell me what’s going on. Are you networking exclusively with models now or what? I knew I should’ve let you make that Facebook page for me when you asked to.”
    Jade is befuddled. She doesn’t have any feasible explanation as to why she’s so popular all of a sudden. Going by Shana’s description, Jade has no clue as to who the people asking about her are.
    “Thanks for giving me the heads up, sweetie. If any of them come back call me on my cell phone, okay?”
    “Hold on, Jade, I didn’t tell you the weirdest part yet. The last guy who came by asking ‘bout you…I think he was homeless.”
    “Homeless?”
    “Yeah. He was wearing this dirty trench coat and had a hood pulled over his head. At first I thought he was gonna try and rob the place. I mean, who wears a hood over their head inside a mall? Isn’t it like eighty degrees outside? He’s probably out there right now laying on the road somewhere suffering from heat stroke.”
    “That is weird,” Jade confessed. Feeling uneasy about all she’s been told, Jade develops a look of concern, which clearly exemplifies the worry she feeling internally. “Thanks again, Shana. I’ll talk to you later.”
    “Alright, Jade. Take care, honey” said Shana, reorganizing a rack of jeans. “Call me if you need me, sweetie.”
    Jade said goodbye to Shana and left the shop. With her curiosity soaring to a new high, various questions arose in her mind.
    Who were those people? Why were they asking about me? If I don’t know them, then how do they know me? How do they know where I work?
    These are just a few questions that bounce around in her head. The more Jade thinks about it, the more paranoid she becomes. Her concern soon escalates when she thinks about what other things the strangers may know. If they knew her name and where she worked, how long would it be before they find out more personal information about her? How long would it be before they found out where she lived?
    Hours have gone by since Jade first received word about her mysterious visitors at the mall. She’s spent an equal amount of time trying to think up answers for the questions she raised earlier.
    Throughout the course of the day the thoughts that had once weighed heavily on her brain are now beginning to subside. It isn’t that she’s totally forgotten about the peculiar ordeal, it’s just that she feels she may be causing herself to panic over nothing.
    She keeps herself busy by straightening up her apartment before Drake arrives for their date. She still has a couple hours to kill before he’s due to arrive, but she doesn’t want to take the small window of time for granted. She rushes through the cleaning of her apartment by gathering up all her clothes, books and other miscellaneous items and tossing them into her bedroom closet.
    It takes Jade two round trips