Novel & Cerita Delivery Man From Murim

Despite his reluctance, Richmond returned the policeman's formal greeting and began to look impatient to drag the currently fidgeting courier into the patrol car. "He's the courier who delivered the package to Lola Elizabeth's address?" "According to his confession so. His manager easily identified Jericho as the delivery man for the package because each courier in his company had a specific regional division. So there's nothing wrong with that man being the courier who delivered the package to Lola Elizabeth's address." "Get him out." Richmon cocked his chin at the car. Not long after the man named Jericho got out of the car after the policeman opened the door for him. When he came down, Je

The person who ordered it from you will pick it up here. "Oh, is that so? "All right, thanks." I went to the reception desk. Ateng greeted me with a sweet smile in front. It looks like she's not stressed about her work. I hope everyone is okay. "Good morning," I greeted. "Good morning too, ma'am." How may I help you? " "I'm from Jutsiken Ramen House. Sir Eltan has a delivery." "Eltan? Wait a minute Ma'am. I'll just check if we have personnel named Eltan."

And I want to make amends for everything I did to her. I looked at the time and it was already past eleven and she still hadn’t left the room for anything. Not even to get water. Had she slept? No. Whoever sleeps doesn’t place orders. I saw the deliveryman approach before the intercom rang, so I opened the door first. "Good evening. Delivery for Kyra Lystem." — He handed me a bag and I made the payment. I looked inside the bag, out of curiosity. There was nothing more than a soft drink and some chocolates, with a squashed pastry wrapped in a piece of aluminum foil. Very poorly wrapped.

At least not for food. The doorbell chimed and she jumped up. She swung the door open and reached for the food when she stopped short. In front of her, holding out a plastic-covered delivery tray, was Ahn Jihoon. “What are you doing here?” she blurted out, though it was fairly obvious as she saw his delivery scooter behind him. “I’m working,” he said, glancing at the tray he held between them. Miyoung grabbed it, and if it hadn’t been wrapped so tightly, soup would have sloshed out of the metal bowls. She set it on the ground and held out a few bills.

Without waiting for an answer, she flipped the latches on the box and opened it. Inside was a beautiful, multi-tiered lunch pack, the kind from that impossibly expensive French-Korean fusion place downtown. The rich, savory scent of galbi jjim and truffle immediately began to fill our corner of the office. Heads started popping up over cubicle walls like curious prairie dogs, sniffing the air. My gaze drifted back to the doorway where the deliveryman had vanished. And it hit me. I’d seen him before. Briefly, in the lobby of the Nightshade fortress. He was Damon’s personal assistant.

I said. " But the address is correct, and the one who ordered this is Mr. Dimur." The delivery man pronounces His name. I chuckled, " Ow hmm maybe I will receive it, did he pay for this?" I ask. " Yes." He responded. " Ow good," I said. " Hey!! Dimur did you order this?" I asked him.

She was in the middle of folding a blouse when the sound of the doorbell echoed through the condo. Lara paused. Her brows furrowed gently in surprise. She wasn’t expecting anyone. She padded barefoot down the stairs, her steps light against the wooden floor. She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear and checked the intercom screen beside the door. A man stood outside, dressed in a navy-blue courier uniform, a clipboard in one hand and a long brown envelope in the other. She opened the door. “Good morning, ma’am. Delivery for Ms. Lara Nichole Guzman,” the man said politely, holding up the clipboard.

_____ Episode 24 – Morning Delivery The 8:15 AM delivery was the only thing that got me out of bed on Mondays. It was a pathetic little ritual, born from a subscription to a local artisan bakery that promised “life-changing sourdough.” The bread was fine. The view was better. His name was Kelvin, according to the blurry photo on the delivery app. In person, he was definitely more. Six-foot-something of lean muscle packed into a company polo shirt that strained across his shoulders. Dark, tousled hair that looked like he’d just run his hands through it, and eyes the color of strong coffee. He had a smile that was equal parts friendly and knowing, a dimple punctuating his left cheek.

"No, No No, Not at all, Just that I don't leave any stone unturned, I savage every angle possible." He said and the door bell rung. "That was really fast." He exclaimed. "Stardom High is Just a street away." Mrs. Kim said. He opened the door and there stopped a man with a with a document on his hand. "Detective Gomez?" "Yes." "Oh Sign here." Detective Gomez signed and after paying the Delivery Man took the document in.

There was a street lamp beside the iron gate, which happened to shine on the deliveryman's bewildered face. The delivery man did not expect to deliver medicine to the entrance of such a big mansion. "You ordered this? Miss Ling?" the man asked. "Yes, it's me," Ling Yiran replied as she took the medicine from the man. She thanked him before she turned and ran in the direction of the mourning hall. The deliveryman scratched his head. He glanced at the huge mansion that seemed endless, still a little bewildered. In Yi residence's security room, several security guards gawked at the surveillance screen as Ling Yiran ran out of the mourning hall to fetch medicine.