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Upon seeing the cryptic text, Maria wasted no time chiming in, her voice laced with curiosity, “Maria, I’m pretty sure the borough in question here is Queens, New York. That photo? Yep, definitely Queens. Now, this guy “Cole”, is obviously a last name. And I can tell by his look that he has Chinese descent. The catch? We don’t have a clue what his first name is.”

“You’re spot on,” Jagoan concurred, his brow furrowing in deep thought.

He mused, “There’s something oddly familiar about this Cole fellow. But, try as I might, I can’t put my finger on where I’ve seen him before.”

Maria reassured him, “Don’t rush it, Master. That sense of familiarity might stem from a fleeting memory. It’s there, just beneath the surface. All you need is to give it some time, let it simmer. Trust me, the answer will come to you.”

She probed further, “Besides the familiarity, anything else about this whole scenario that strikes you as odd or strangely familiar?”

Jagoan, still massaging his temples, replied, “You know, Maria, there’s more to it than just the familiarity. Looking at this picture, I sense something deeper, something profoundly familiar. But the specifics, they elude me.”

Maria breathed a sigh of relief, “Master, don’t fret. Let’s piece this puzzle together. First, let’s talk about the attire of your dad and this Cole character. Anything noteworthy there?”

Jagoan scrutinized the photo and replied, “Dad’s sporting late 20th-century gear, a bomber jacket— pretty trendy back then. Cole, on the other hand, has on a regular woolen windbreaker, typical attire for the time.”

Maria probed further, “And what about Queens? Your parents lived in the States for years. Did Queens ever come up in your conversations or visits?”

Jagoan pondered for a moment before responding, “In my recollection, the States trips with my folks or visits to relatives with Mom usually centered around Long Island. Apart from that, we were Manhattan regulars. Queens? It’s all a bit fuzzy.”

Then, he added, “Even this antique shop—I only learned about it from my uncle a few days back. Never heard a peep about it from my parents.”

At this point, Jagoan’s expression froze suddenly.

Unaware of his abrupt change, Maria remained focused on the photo and suggested, “Perhaps we could contact your father’s former colleagues. They might recognize this person.”

But Jagoan, deep in thought, didn’t respond.

Perplexed, Maria prodded, “Master?”

Jagoan snapped back to reality at Maria’s query.

Cold sweat began to bead on his brow and cheeks as he stammered, “I… I think I know why this man seems familiar.”

Maria was taken aback and pressed, “Young master, do you remember?”

Jagoan nodded fervently and explained, “You mentioned his last name is Cole, and I had this strange sense of déjà vu. And then, there’s that antique shop in the background…”

Jagoan continued, “Remember I told you my father-in- law had no idea what he was doing, insisted on visiting an antique shop to ‘broaden his horizons,’

jade pot

course! The Young Master got the ‘Apocalyptic Book’ from

the man beside his father in the photo, muttering, “He was the manager

eyes widened, her voice trembling as she exclaimed, “Young master, are you saying that the man in this photo from over 20 years ago, taken with your father in New York, later worked at an antique shop in Aurous Hill, and he’s the one who handed your father-in-law the jade pot and

the Moore family. At the time, it wasn’t a prominent part of

his spine

uncle mentioned that his parents had found the Preface to the Apocalyptic Book,’ hinting at

handed the jade pot and spring vase

Jasmine’s number. If anyone could shed light

lighthearted, “Why the late-night call, Master

if Felix, the former manager of Vintage

that incident, he was utterly rude to you and your father-in-law, and he utterly failed to recognize

you have

have no idea,” Jasmine admitted. “I never saw him again after

“And when

long,” Jasmine recalled. “He was there for just over

This timeline felt deliberate, like Felix had joined Vintage Deluxe

who hired

my uncle and cousin. So they handed me Vintage Deluxe. It was struggling, and internal

probed further, “Why did you hire

impression during the interview. Knowledgeable about both Eastern and Western

the interview were smooth, eloquent, and he didn’t demand an astronomical salary.

ill-tempered, insulting your father-in- law and failing to

thought, pondered, “Now that you mention it, Jasmine, this guy who appeared so knowledgeable,

“Jagoan, what sparked your sudden

casual, Jagoan replied, “Just reminiscing with some friends. Got curious about him out of nowhere.” He continued, “By the way, Jasmine, could

moment. “I’ll have to ask Antique Deluxe’s manager. The records from then weren’t merged with the Moore Group’s. It was all less official back