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Sarah pulled into her private underground parking space at the London office complex. Two police officers were patiently awaiting her arrival, and greeted her by name as soon as she exited the luxurious sports car.

“Good morning Ma’am,” said the young female officer. “Your husband gave our station a call a few hours ago, and we’ve already been up to check things out. Everything is secure, and nothing looks out of place. The entire building was deserted when we arrived, and the security cameras show no signs of an intruder. We’d be happy to escort you to your office, but I assure you there is nothing to worry about. Perhaps there’s been some kind of mistake.”

“Thank you both for your time and service,” Sarah replied, “but someone called from my office this morning, and I want to know who and why.”

“We can look into it,” replied the other officer, a grey-haired male in his upper thirties. “But we won’t have a definitive answer any time soon, if ever. There’s a guard at the front doors, which was the only accessible entrance at the time you received the call. He swears nobody checked in, and like we said before, the cameras show nothing either. There must be some kind of mistake.”

“OK, I get it,” she replied. “You think I’m crazy.”

“No, no,” the officer assured her. “That’s not it at all.”

Sarah reached into her leather purse and pulled out her cellular phone, which had been charging in the car during the entire drive in.

“Look here,” she said as she pressed a button and brought up the call log. “Someone called me twice, once at …”

She stopped mid-sentence, unable to understand what she saw. The log was empty, and not a single call had been recorded since the following evening.

“That’s impossible,” Sarah explained to the confused police officers. “I swear someone called me this morning. Once from an unknown number, and once from inside my office. Something must have happened when the battery died, but you have to believe me.”

“We do believe you Ma’am,” said the female officer. “But there’s nothing we can do at this time. We have no evidence at all to go on. Perhaps you should just go back home and enjoy your vacation. We’ll take care of everything here, and contact you if anything comes up.”

“I guess that makes sense,” Sarah replied, unable to think of a better option herself. “I’ll just run up and check things out before I go back. You guys are free to go. I’m sure the office is crawling with people by now. Thanks for your help.”

“No problem Ma’am,” replied the male officer. “Don’t hesitate to call if this happens again.”

Sarah and the police officers parted ways in the underground garage, and she made her way inside. After riding the elevator up to the thirty third floor, she saw for herself that everything appeared to be in order. Perhaps the police are right, and this is all some kind of mistake, she thought.

Her office was locked, just as she had left it. The papers on her desk were still neatly arranged, and the drawers were all closed. She examined every inch of the luxurious suite, but did not find anything suspicious. I have to be missing something, she thought. Someone was in here. There’s no other explanation.

After speaking with a few of the other associates in the area, she decided not to worry about it, and made up her mind to head back and join the family for the big trip. She hurried back to her car, still a bit confused. She started up the sporty vehicle, and made her way to the garage exit.

As she pulled out onto the main road however, she was surprised once again by the unusual amount of traffic for a Saturday morning. It was practically at a standstill.

“The World Cup,” she said aloud to herself. How could I have forgotten?