Pet King

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San Francisco, U.S. !

An ordinary three-story office building on the outskirts of the city houses the Matthew Davis Cancer Research Foundation. The office building has been old for some years, with a rustic gray exterior, and the Foundation's logo is not eye-catching, and it is often lost to first-time visitors.

In front of the office building is a small parking lot. Several cars of different ages and styles are parked in it, and they are silently withstanding the rain.

"Damn it!"

Eddie Lewis pushed the door of the car, stared at the gloomy sky, and stepped out of the car. He held the briefcase above his head with one hand, holding a paper cup of coffee in one hand, and hurriedly walked into the office building against the wind and rain.

"Hi! Eddie, you are late!" The receptionist smiled and handed him a tissue. "Bad weather, right? Wipe it, be careful about the cold."

"Awful! The road is still stuck in traffic!"

Eddy put the coffee cup at the front desk, took paper towels to dry his cheeks and bald heads, and dried the rain on his glasses, and talked to the receptionist about the weather.

"I'll go first, see you later!" He threw the paper towel into the trash can, raised the coffee to signal the receptionist, walked into the elevator, and adjusted his tie in front of the mirror in the elevator.

He is a volunteer of the Foundation and uses the rest days to serve the Foundation for free. He has worked for the Foundation for almost ten years.

Today he was a little late because he was stuck in a traffic jam while driving past Chinatown near San Francisco. Traffic jams in San Francisco are very common, but the reasons for today ’s traffic jams are unusual. Chinese people ’s lion dance teams perform lion dances on the streets to celebrate the New Year. The water was blocked and the weather was bad, and the vehicle was moving as slowly as a snail.

He should have long thought that it is now during the Chinese New Year of the country, and the influence will not escape even in the United States.

This was not the first time he was late during the Chinese New Year, but it was no wonder that he had made the time of the Chinese New Year not fixed, and he could not remember the changeable date at all. It would be great if it could be fixed. For example, like the United States, Thanksgiving is set on the fourth Thursday of November every year so that he can remember and detour during the Spring Festival.

Ding!

The elevator stopped on the third floor, the elevator door opened, and his office was here.

"Good morning, Eddie!"

"Good morning!"

In the hallway, he greeted passing Foundation colleagues, most of whom were like him, volunteers for the Foundation's unpaid services. Some of their families died of cancer, while others simply wanted to Help, Eddie belongs to the latter.

"Right, Eddie!"

The colleague who greeted him just now stopped him from behind.

"What?" He asked back.

"When I passed by your office just now, I heard a telephone ringing," said the man, stepping back.

"Thanks. I'm late today," Eddie nodded and thanked, "Ah, would you like to have a drink at a nearby bar late? I mean, assuming it doesn't rain."

"Okay, see you."

Eddie took out the key and opened the door of the fund-raising office. There was no one in the office. Today he only has his own class. He glanced at the desk's landline phone-it wasn't ringing at this time, but the reminder light of the telephone recording was flashing, indicating that there was one or several telephone recordings to be played.

He put his briefcase and paper cup of coffee on the table, pressed the button of the answering machine, and then took off the coat wet by the light rain and hung it on the coat rack.

"Hello, Matthew Davis Cancer Research Fund Donation Office, there is no class now, please leave a message after the" drop ", and we will reply to you at your convenience."

There was a voice recorded in advance on the answering machine.

"Hello, is anyone? I want to inquire about donations ... forget it, I'll call again later." The voice of an elderly woman came over the phone.

The other party only said one sentence and hung up.

Eddie Lewis's daily work is mainly responsible for making and receiving calls. He has heard many people's voices, and can even judge some simple information of the voice master based on his voice. The woman who just called speaks a very pronounced Southern California accent. She should be under sixty years of age. She speaks moderately and appropriately, and is clearly a well-educated and educated person-roughly fund-raised by the foundation. One of the main objects.

It's not surprising that similar calls are made daily.

However, Eddie glanced at the other party's caller number inadvertently, but frowned inexplicably—this is an international call. The area code is not the United States or Canada. He only remembers the area codes of these two countries. , And the other's area code is very strange.

The Matthew Davis Foundation rarely receives donations from abroad. The donors are mainly from North America, and occasionally Europeans.

A long-distance phone call from abroad but using a Californian accent aroused some interest.

Will she call again?

Judging by experience, chances are about half to half.

Some people decide to donate is an impulse, they may regret it after they calm down, and will not call again; others choose the donation target randomly, and occasionally call the Matthew Davis Foundation on the yellow page of the phone, and call it It's not too different for donors if no one answers and switches to another agency.

But there is nothing to do. It is strange that he met the lion dance team early and caused him to be late. If this caused the Foundation to miss a large donation, it would be a pity.

Eddie stood by the window, looking at the misty San Francisco, and took a sip of coffee to warm his body.

He hates rain, and hates getting wet from the rain, similar to the cat of unknown breed at home, but it always rains in San Francisco this season, often a cloudy day for several days, and it is cold and humid. People's moods are terrible.

After thinking about it, he replayed the telephone recording just now.

He has a good hearing ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ It seems that the meowing sound is faintly heard from the background. Does the other person like to keep cats too?

How to do? Do you want to dial back?

The other party has already explained that they should dial back later. Maybe the call will make the other party feel uncomfortable or untrusted ...

Eddie hesitated.

Jingle Bell!

At this point, the phone rang again.

"Hello, Matthew Davis Cancer Research Foundation Fundraising Office ..." The answering machine answered the call automatically. Then Eddie remembered that the answering machine hadn't been turned off, and quickly picked up the receiver.

"Hi, hello, this is Eddie Lewis." He said.

"Hello, my name is Catherine Donna Ryan, and you can call me Cathy."

There was the same voice over the phone.