The Delivery Man Tv Series Novels & Stories

He states gesturing to his laptop screen. Without wasting a second, I quickly walk to the other side of his desk and he plays the video. As the footage plays, an average sized man dressed in a delivery driver uniform is shown leaving the brown box at my door, knocking, and turning around to leave to the direction of the elevator, his face masked with a black bandana making him undistinguishable. A silver bracelet glistens on his wrist and his hands are covered with black leather gloves. "Look at this as well." Adair says pulling up another video.

The headache from yesterday’s bourbon had mutated into a steady, industrial-grade drill pressing into the front of my skull. "Cleo, I'm sleeping," I croaked out, my voice sounding thick and ruined. "Just tell him to leave it at the desk..." "Oh, come on, get up!" Cleo interrupted, pushing my bedroom door wide open with a cheerful grin. "You can't ignore a delivery guy this smiley. Besides, it's obviously from Adrian. The poor man looked like he was delivering the crown jewels." A cold spike of dread shot straight through my veins, instantly vaporizing any lingering grogginess. My heart gave a frantic, sickening lurch.

“You can always tell me when he messes with you, I wouldn’t hesitate to punch his face in.” “Well, I would appreciate that.” Crystal jested. “Mrs. Crystal Smith?” Someone called from behind and both Sebastian and Crystal stopped abruptly and turned towards the man who seemed like a delivery man. “Are you Mrs. Smith?” “Yes, she is…” Sebastian answered stepping up first. “Did you order something?” He asked Crystal from over his shoulder and she shook her head as she stared at the suspicious delivery man. “I was told to deliver this to her.” The delivery man said as he handed the bag to Sebastian, Crystal peeped into the bag and then glanced up at the delivery man but he was already on his way.

Twice, looking for me they had inadvertently and unwittingly been caught by my secretly installed infrared heat sensor and camera. I got out of the Manor and accessed the camera feed to see who delivered the box. It skipped through hours of recording till I found what I was looking for. It was a man in a small white moped with the box strapped on the seat behind him. A delivery service. The video got interrupted as a call came in. I answered it and put it on loudspeaker. "How do you like my little gift, Stephan?" Dwayne's voice rang out. It filled me with renewed rage.

I moved towards the door, peeking through the peephole to confirm. A delivery man stood there, holding a package in his hands, looking like he had no ill intentions. Just another routine delivery. I opened the door a crack, enough to speak but not fully inviting. "Yes?" The delivery man smiled and held up a small parcel. "Sorry to disturb you, miss. I have a package here addressed to... uh..." He glanced down at the label, squinting. "...Mr. Dorian Cho. Is he home?" I blinked, confused. "There's no Dorian Cho here. I think you have the wrong place."

Ev cried, scrambling behind me. We tore down the stairwell, footsteps slamming against the metal steps, our breaths ragged and fast. Pavel’s steps were heavier, thumping against the metal stairs. We hit the lobby, the glass doors of the apartment gleaming with the evening light. And there he was. The delivery boy stood just outside, leaning against the brick wall, phone in one hand, cigarette in the other, completely unbothered, like he hadn’t just delivered a box of raw kidneys. Pavel didn’t hesitate.

But why was he again thinking about some far-fetched things when the delivery man was going to be up here any second! The brain also works in weird ways. And he could not help it at all. So he finished his coffee and then kept the mug in the sink for the housekeeper to clean them later on. And his doorbell buzzed. Oberon went and opened the door to only find a smiling simple looking man who was definitely not from this country. “Good morning Sir. I have a delivery for you and I am really sorry to bother you so early in the morning,” said the man with a congenial smile on his face and Oberon smiled back and mumbled a good morning.

The only ones to ever show up were delivery people. 'Hmm looks like another delivery.' "Hey there sir if I could get a signature please.. Another relaxed day huh?" "Of course, nothing ever happens here." "Aye well good thing we're here to change that." "Oh unless you're delivering strippers th-." The guard froze mid sentence finding the delivery man pointing a gun at his forehead. "Wh-." POW! The delivery man pulled the trigger, the guards head snapped backwards as his blood and brain matter splattered all over the wall behind him.

‘I hope she likes it. With a deep breath, Marcus stood up, straightened his tie, and walked towards the door. Downstairs The delivery man trudged into the company lobby, looking more than a little disheveled after struggling to make his way through the busy streets. He approached the receptionist with a frustrated sigh, carrying the items he had been tasked with delivering. “The lady I was sent to deliver this to,” he began, “said to return it.” The receptionist blinked in confusion but recognized the delivery man immediately. She remembered being the one who had helped him earlier when Marcus’s assistant had given the order.

He yelled, as he stretched his hands out to shake the strange man standing in front of him. “Not really, not that I know off.” His mother replied with a yell, and now staring intently at the man, Christian was curious to know what he had to deliver. “Am I unto Mister Christian Smith?” The delivery man asked and Christian nodded saying sharply, “Yes, that’s me.” “Oh, thank goodness. I had a hard time locating this place and…” “You have something for me?” Christian asked cutting to the chase, glancing at his cell phone again watching time go by. He didn’t want to waste any minute before going to the shelter, and this man in front of him seemed to be taking much time.