Delivery Man From Murim Novels & Stories

He spits and I open my mouth to say something to him but suddenly,there is a knock on the door. I tear my gaze from Tyler and look towards the door. "I'll go and check who it is" I say and Tyler nods. I walk past him and make my way towards the door, dropping my backpack on the couch on my way. When I open the door, I find a mailman standing there,two inches away from me. "Hi,how may I help you?" I ask him. "Good day miss, I have a parcel for Mr Remington" He tells me.

A few seconds later, his reply appeared in the thread. Jairon Sorry, but I didn't order anything. Me: But the package is named after you. This is Sir Jairon Dela Merced, right? Oh my god! I feel that next week I can apply to be a delivery girl for the couriers. Jairon Yes, I am. What parcel is that? Where are you? Parcel? Even though I was surprised and confused, I just replied in my own way. Me: It's already at your door, sir. I left it there because something came up.

Irritated, he swung his legs out of bed and tossed on a pair of sweatpants before storming down the stairs. “Whoever was knocking at this hour better have a damn good reason,” he muttered. When he opened the door, a delivery man stood there holding a large brown envelope and staring intently at his phone screen. The man's eyes flicked up to Daniel's face. "Good morning, sir. Are you Daniel Thomas?" the man asked, even though the image on his phone already confirmed it. "Yes, that's me," Daniel replied, eyeing the envelope warily. "Please sign for your package," the man said, holding out a clipboard with a form.

Just the maids bustling in the background and a man in a courier uniform lingering by the door, holding a paper bag like it contained something fragile. One of the guards shifted beside me, already moving to intercept him. “Miss Jessica—” “It’s fine,” I murmured, brushing past them. “He’s just delivering food. He’s not carrying a bomb.” The guy still had his helmet on, which was odd, but whatever. The bag smelled like heaven—spicy, greasy, golden-fried heaven. “Who’s the delivery for?” I asked, trying to see past the visor. He cleared his throat and said, “Miss Sylvia Reynolds. There’s a note.”

I didn’t recognise the number. ‘Hello?’ ‘Ms Hyacinth Galloway?’ ‘Speaking.’ ‘Hi, it’s Darren from Couriers R Us. I’m at Lauderdale Tower with a delivery for you. You’re not in, so I’m checking, shall I leave it with the concierge or just at the penthouse door?’ My mind went completely blank. I hadn’t ordered anything. ‘Delivery? From who?’ ‘The company name is, uh…’ There was a faint rustle of paper. ‘“Pleasure Principle Ltd.” It’s a, well, the label just says “Personal Massager Unit.”’

I decided to take my chance and head to the front door. I swing it open, “Hi.” I greeted. The delivery man smiles as he was wearing a baseball cap, “Good morning. Are you Miss Swanepoel?” I nodded, “Yeah.” “You have a delivery. Can you please sign here?” He hands me the pad and the pen. “From where did it come from?” I asked as I sign. “Well, it didn’t have any address from it. Sorry.” I glance at the brown parcel which was on the floor and felt relieved that it was not a red box. I accepted the package and smiled as soon as I accepted and watched him leave. I begin to bring the slightly big box inside my house and shut the front door,

I'm starting the business. The doorbell rang just as she was about to push submit. She got up and opened the door to discover a delivery man with a big, plain envelope. "Sign here," he added in a rough voice as he pushed the clipboard toward her. Mimi signed hastily and accepted the envelope, not sure what to do. There was no address to send it back to, just her name written in big, rushed letters. She ripped it apart and took out one piece of paper. It said, "I'm coming for you."

The delivery man seemed caught off guard by the abrupt attitude of the person who opened the door. His expression froze instantly. He forgot the words he was going to say, holding the plastic bag in his hand, staring at Amelia, trying to intimidate her. Amelia glanced over his sharp, high cheekbones and the hostile expression he struggled to conceal. Despite his attempts to appear professional, his sinister face couldn’t be hidden. “I’ll be more careful next time,” the delivery man muttered, raising his hand. “Milk tea, ordered by Mr. Alan.”

The food was to be delivered at seven. "Regina, the delivery driver's name is Marcus," I said. "You're going to be the tip for him as you were at the restaurant on Saturday. You're to offer him his choice of holes. Jerry and Robert will take the other two at the same time. You're going to be airtight. Have you ever been airtight before?" "No, Domina."

00The door was bought for delivery. 00The deliveryman was wearing a helmet and carrying a lunch box in his hand. "Is there Miss Angela here?"