Novel & Cerita Rising From A Delivery Boy

“Like I said… I wasn’t born into money. My mom worked from dawn till dusk—laundry by day, street vendor by night. As for my dad… I never knew him. He spent most of his life in prison. Killed my sister…” His voice was flat, emotionless, but Amara noticed the way his grip tightened slightly on the steering wheel. She didn’t say anything. Just stayed quiet. Listened. “We were dirt poor. There were days we didn’t eat. I saw how hard life could be real early, and I swore I wouldn’t die that way. I started working in high school—small business stuff. Then, one day, I got my big break. This car? It was the first thing I bought. Slowly, I climbed my way up. And now I’m here.”

He walked straight up to me with his hands tucked into his trouser pockets. “Are you one of those beggars who wait for rich people to run them over so you can drag them to court and sue them for millions, hoping to make a living off them? People like you are pathetic, and I hate your kind so much. Here.” He threw bundles of cash at me. “Take that and feed your poor generation. I know you've never seen that kind of money in your entire life.” I ignored him. I had nothing to say to people like him who looked down on others and thought everyone was after their money.

He glared icily at Aiden and said, “Occupations are not divided by class. I don’t think making deliveries is dirty.” These people are real snobs. What’s wrong with making deliveries? Is it shameful? How many white-collared workers do you think waits for us, delivery men, to bring food over? Do you think I got arrogant from it? This won’t do. I need to change everyone’s views on delivery men. I need to spare some time to switch out the vehicles for everyone in the company. Scooters definitely won’t work, but Harley’s, maybe.

Six months later, I used my savings and Jeff's investment to start a small local courier company focused on premium document delivery and emergency medical shipments. With our military-honed discipline and reliability, it quickly got on track. … On a sunny weekend, I walked through the park along a shaded path, holding Lindsey's hand. "Dad, you're not a delivery guy anymore?" she asked, looking up at me. I chuckled and lifted her high over my head. "Your dad's a boss now." She asked, "Then are you still a hero, Dad?" I glanced at her bright smile under the sunlight and laughed softly. "Of course. I'll always be your hero."

I was about to step forward following the directional sign to the library when my arm suddenly felt a pull, and I was shoved against the wall. Ouch, my back hurts. Who's this jerk who has no manners towards women? I looked up and met his sharp gray eyes. Damn, he caught me. "What are you doing here, bread delivery girl? Did any NYHS student order bread from your mom's shop?" he jeered with a thin smile, a very thin one on his lips. But I couldn't suppress my annoyance. I pushed back against his grip and turned to challenge his eyes. "I already told you, I'm not a bread delivery girl. I have a name."

“I love that you’re going to have my child. And I promise you, I will be an amazing father. I didn’t have good role models growing up, but I have my dad now and the other fathers here, like Ishir, Cedric, and Avani are all great role models. I swear I’ll be the best father you could ever want for our child.” “I know you will,” I say, cupping his cheek. “And I will be the best mother I can be. Like you said, I didn’t have good role models growing up, but here, I have lots of them. And I know I can go to any of them if I need help,” I say, just as Doc Everett walks back in the room. This time, Kaylani follows him.

"He made a full recovery." "Really? That's fantastic!" Mr. Dean exclaimed, sounding glad. "Now that you two have survived this ordeal, everything will be smooth sailing from now on! I'm sure he'll treat you even better in the future. Your suffering has finally paid off!" My suffering had paid off, huh? I smiled bitterly. That reminded me. It was Mark who introduced me to this delivery job, one that involved me working under all sorts of weather and having to put up with all manner of disrespect and humiliation.

“This is ridiculous! I’m your dad! You don’t have to leave this way, Jake!” Months ago, Jake made the life-changing decision to quit working for his dad in the corrupt family business. It was a difficult choice, to leave all to his twin brother Blake. But Jake was driven by the realization that he wanted to carve his own path, to discover what he was truly capable of beyond the familiar confines of his hometown and the financial support of his family. After weeks of contemplation, he finally leaped and immersed himself in a job search that spanned far-off places all over the world. Each application was sent with hope and ambition, and while the wait was long, his anticipation grew with each

The years flew by. After Jonathan graduated from university, I brought him into the company to work. I taught him the business step by step, pouring a lot of effort into grooming him for success. My plan was to hand the company over to him once he was capable of standing on his own. Jonathan was smart and capable, with a natural talent for business. He never let me down on any project I entrusted to him. People often said he must've inherited my genes, and I would simply smile and say nothing.

“ But luckily, I didn't give up. Even though I feel tired and hopeless, I still fight until my mother recovers, and I continue studying. That's why I'm so thankful for this opportunity to work with you, Ma'am Jaz. “ She said and smiled at me. Now I realise that our business is really important and that it could help so many people like Rhian. “ That's why I hired you as my assistant. You have this bravery and perseverance in working. I know I chose the right one. “ I smiled at her, and I could feel how happy she was. “ Why did you suddenly ask, ma'am?” She said, but I just shook my head. I told her to get back to work, and she did. Minutes later, a delivery guy was walking inside. I thought