Delivery Man From Murim Mga Nobela at Kwento

Nam and it's urgent that he receives it immediately. "Sorry for the hassle. Thank you very much. "Kim Hyeongu "Nam Jinho's Executive Assistant "Nam Corporations" "Is there something wrong, Mingyu?" Haesung asked as I closed my phone. "Nope, not at all," I shook my head, sliding my phone back into my pocket. I continued, "Mr. Kim just told me that I needed to pick something up from the Mail Department. You go on ahead of me. I need to take care of this real quick."

It’s fucking big and I wonder how one can accomplish this by his own. “We are here.” He unbuckles his safety belt and walks out. I do so too. “Talk to them first.” “Okay.” I walk towards the building and walk to the receptionist. “Hey?” “hey.” She gives me a disinterested look, chewing gum loudly. It’s so irritating. “Here to make some deliveries. You made an order.” “What’s the distributor's name?” “Mercy’s.” “Okay.” She chews noisily and logs some details in the computer. “Mercy’s?”

Su Yeon warmly greeted the receptionists. “Good morning, Manager Yoon! Lawyer Kwon has sent you this legal assessment report,” the receptionist passed the courier and receipt folder to sign from the mailman. Su Yeon signed it and returned it directly to the mailman, “Here, thank— you” her voice trailed off seeing the middle-aged man with beard. The mailman just bowed in response. ‘Why… does he seem familiar,’ Su Yeon thought while looking at him, who was filling the journal given by the receptionist.

he greeted. “Good day,” I nodded. “How may i help you?“ I asked, my brows furrowed in corncern. “I have a delivery for this address,” the man said. “From who?“ I asked. “Uhm, That's not my job Ma'am,” he said. “What's not your job?“ I asked confused. “I am only a delivery man, I Can't tell you who sent it, but it should be stated in the card, i don't know,” He shrugged, and i nodded. Feeling a bit dumb because how did i forget?

Already ready, I wait for the doorman to call on the intercom. Then the intercom rings, I practically run to it, next to the door. The doorman tells me that the delivery man is downstairs waiting for me. I thank him and grab my keys from the sideboard beside the door and walk out of my apartment. When I arrive outside the building, I see the delivery man standing on a bicycle. "Wow, what a delay, huh." "Ella Murray?" the young man, who looks like he never gave up his high school pickup habits, asks me with arched eyebrows.

Her voice came through, brisk as always. “I just sent something over. Open the door.” Damien paused, then looked at the door again. “What did you send?” “Food, Damien. What else would I send? The girl is heavily pregnant, for heaven’s sake. Don’t keep the delivery man waiting.” The line went dead. Damien stared at his phone for half a second, then shook his head and opened the door. A delivery man stood there, holding two large branded paper bags and a smaller box. “Delivery for Mr. Damien Cross,” he announced.

Chapter 75 Liam’s POV “Please don’t hurt him, hurt me instead.” She cried out and the delivery guy apologised, “I am sorry to interrupt you, sir and ma’am, I was asked to deliver a package to Miss Vera.” “I’m over here, I’m sorry boss, I didn’t know when he passed, I went to use the toilet.” A lady who walked to us said and I assume she must be a worker here. “Are you insane, never let such a mistake happen again, get out now?” She replied looking unwell.

She asked. “Off course, Ma” the security man said. He hung up the call. Vivian removed the phone from her ear. She pushed the stool away from the drawing board, and waiting for the man. The security guard and a young man putting on a delivery uniform got to the studio. They entered inside. Vivian and Luna focused their sights on them. “Good day Ma, from Mr. Alex. He has employed me to be your delivery man. Anytime you want to deliver work, I will be at your service ma” the young man said.

Matthew’s Sleep too was peaceful and he wished he could just sleep on. They slept peacefully, curled in the warmth of each other's hands but were disrupted by the knock on the door. It took a repeated knock before Matthew could open his eyes faintly. “Nanny Esung, just come in” He muttered but was faintly heard. A short chubby South Korean woman in her fifties walked in carrying a parcel. “ This is for you sir, a delivery man just dropped it off for you,” She said ethically, holding the small box that was nicely wrapped in her hands.

Yric hugged himself as the cold numbed his skin. “How long is he going to wait?” Xurden complained to himself. “In what store he ordered that it took so long to deliver?” As he said those words, a bright light flashed from the far corner to the street while the sound of the motor echoed through the air. Yric turned his head toward the coming motorcycle, raising his hand. After a couple of seconds, the blue motorcycle stopped in front of Yric. The delivery guy, who wore a blue helmet, opened the box at the back, removing the food inside the brown paper bag. Yric received the paper bag in his other hand and gave the fee with his free hand to the delivery guy. He even bowed his head to show gra