Random Shipping Generator Novels & Stories

Another message, this time from an unknown number: [Why is my package delayed? I expect my shipment in two days, or there will be trouble, Alpha Barron.]

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Mas Suma is engrossed in his cell phone, he can be heard occasionally mentioning the name of his secretary, Desi. My eyes widened seeing the inbox in the gallery email. Signed there is a number fifteen, meaning a number of incoming emails. Ah, maybe an online ad. Indeed, who knows this gallery? With a pounding heart I opened the inbox incoming emails. If so, this is from the customer, meaning he is the first customer. First e-mail, from Cargo Company. They offer fast, cheap and secure shipping. Delivery can be domestic and foreign, Second e-mail, from teak wood supplier. Third, a service company that takes care of export documents.

I could feel the heat radiating from his broad shoulders, and I knew my presence tortured him. "This is the main server portal," Kade began, turning the silver laptop so we both had a clear view of the bright screen. He typed a long string of numbers into the password box. "We use a legitimate international shipping logistics company to mask the movement of our private cargo. On the surface, the company transports heavy machinery and commercial textiles across Europe and North America." "And underneath the surface?" I asked, keeping my tone professional and detached.

Congratulations to us both. The chat bubble pops. CB_OFFICE: Can you bump the lingerie shipping to rush? Unexpected timeline. ME: Sure—deliver to which address? CB_OFFICE: Same address as on file. Thanks, A. "A." I read it twice. The staffing agency uses my full name in all communications. A stranger shortening it on the first ping of the morning sours the coffee on my tongue. I route the order to the usual warehouse address listed on the account. Everything checks out—standard corporate shipping hub, not a personal location. I exhale. Maybe the universe doesn't revolve around me being paranoid. Maybe I'm just keyed up from last night.

[RC Group] The young man got out of his black car. He walked into the company he manages. All the staff saluted the young man as he walked past them. This morning, Redric was still in a mess. He forced himself to go to the office because he felt bad at home. Yesterday's incident really frustrated him. About Shireen's sudden presence, and about Shin's self-righteousness. Apparently he had been living with strangers all this time. even Redric and Shin didn't know each other before. Redric really felt confused about that.