Novel & Cerita Rising From A Delivery Boy

“He walked in with his boys—men who looked like wolves dressed in human skin. They didn’t just see a fight. They saw me. The way I stood my ground, the way I didn’t back down even when I should’ve. He came to me afterward, smiling like a friend. Said I had potential. Said he could give me a real job, one that paid more than scrubbing dishes. Enough money to make sure my mother never went hungry again.” Rico’s eyes burned with anger now, but his voice dropped, heavy with guilt. “I was desperate. I was angry. And I was stupid enough to believe him.” He looked straight into the cameras, as though addressing the city directly. “That’s how they get you. They don’t come to the rich kids, the ones

“You purchased this in Rue Montorgueil. To whom did you purchase this?” The delivery man turned his head low, chose to stay silent. Theodore just stared at him, letting him take his time to answer. “You know, I wouldn’t actually be bothered to a scum like yourself. It’s just that… when I think about your wife and your son who was actually counting on you and your job, I can’t stand thinking about what might happen to them if you’ll going to mess your life up because of this.” By that, the delivery man broke down to tears and Theodore tapped his trembling arms. “Come clean and start anew… not just for yourself, but for your family as well.”

Not long after, she offended a customer, got beaten up, and was left disfigured. As for Jeremy, after being blacklisted in the industry, he could not find a decent job and ended up working as a food delivery rider. One evening, after work, I ordered takeout. When I opened the door, I saw a familiar face that was worn down beyond recognition. Jeremy stood there in a delivery uniform, weathered and tired, holding my food. He froze when he saw me. "Your…delivery…" His voice was hoarse, not daring to meet my eyes.

I'm going to give them that pleasure they want tonight, as long as they heed my pleadings. I dragged my legs reluctantly to the company after the driver dropped me off, old memories flush in like a torrent. Barely five years ago, I landed my life changing deal and was celebrating with Rosie and the few workers we started with, happy and victorious that our hard work paid. Then, the many lows and ups we faced, I never gave up until I trusted myself with a man who ruined my life. Forcefully, I pressed the button of the executive floor in the elevator and waited patiently till it dropped me off.

And I need a job soon too. I was just tired like hell so I took a shower and went to bed ready to sleep hungry when my door bell rings. I went to open the door like half dead. But suddenly smiled at the site. It was a pizza delivery boy. This site is my favourite. Smell of pizza and melted cheese entered in my nose and my stomach growled But wait... I didn't order it. "Are you Kiyara Gupta?" he asked. "Yes" I said "It’s a delivery for you.”

Stefan was aiming to get at least three deliveries of schoolchildren this morning, because he needed at least fifteen thousand in cash to fill up the petrol tank. Second order! Another schoolboy. Third order! Schoolchildren again. After delivering, Stefan contacted John and asked where he was. Apparently John was still in his usual place, so Stefan went there. He saw John having a fried breakfast. "Have you broken an egg?" asked Stefan, sitting on the cement bench next to John. "Not yet. It's been half an hour." "I sent you the apk. Install it now. I've already got four of these orders." "Huh seriously? I'm afraid I'll get suspended. If I get suspended, which account will I use?"

“You sent flowers.” A bitter smile touched her lips. “Very expensive flowers.” The memory surfaced with painful clarity. Standing among hundreds of graduates. Parents taking photographs. Families hugging. Celebrating. Laughing. She had stood there holding flowers delivered by an assistant. And a card. Short. Professional. Almost corporate. Congratulations. Proud of you. Dad. Nothing more. “He had a business meeting,” she’d told everyone. The excuse had rolled off her tongue effortlessly. Because she had spent years making excuses for him.

I am Jake Xander, a recent university graduate. I have a job with a decent salary, but recently, I received news from home that my mother was very ill and my family did not have enough money to pay for her hospital bills. So, I got another job doing deliveries at night in hopes to earn more money. It was 12 a.m. when I received a delivery for adult toys. The client left a remark saying that it was urgent, and they would give me tips if I managed to deliver the order within ten minutes.

I dragged my beat-up ass out of his front yard, making my way to where I could drink myself to a drunken stupor, and on the way, I got brushed over by a delivery bike. "Just kill me." I laid flat on the floor, not knowing what else to do with my life. "Sir, are you okay? Sir?" The delivery man frantically tried to get me to stand. I wished the ground would swallow me up so I didn't have to see another minute of my miserable life. "Sir?" Like a zombie, I got up to my feet like nothing had happened and continued on my way. The misfortune just kept piling up that it looked like the universe was against me. I even got poured stinking fish water on my way to the bar.

Some of their clients were often found asking curiously, “Are you guys a food delivery company? Why else would you recruit a delivery man?” All of them thought that being a delivery man was a step down from their status. They were office workers. How offensive was it that they had to work with a lower-class being. Hence, all of them were happy to throw in a barbed remark or two when it came to Javier, wishing they could alienate and drive him away. Well, their wish was coming true today. Javier went to clear out his desk.