The Delivery Man Tv Series Novels & Stories

Ever since the last delivery incident, she had made a habit of having deliveries left at the residential security post. "Alright, I'll go get it." Dominic hung up and walked with Jessica to the building entrance. At that moment, they saw a delivery guy slowly riding over on a small electric bike. Dominic quickly called out, "Hey! Over here!" The delivery guy paused, then stopped the bike, checked the order, and asked, "Are you Mr. Fleming? Did you order McDonald's?" Dominic smiled. "Yes, that's me!" "Oh, what a coincidence. My last name is Fleming too!" the delivery guy said after glancing at him.

“That was the agreement. Not seven fifteen. Not whenever-you-felt-like-crawling-out-of-bed o’clock. Seven. Sharp.” The delivery guy, a teenager with too many piercings and not enough caffeine, scratched the back of his neck. “Traffic was hell, okay? And Derek had to switch vans with me because the regular one got towed. I’m doing my best.” “Your best is currently giving me wilted strawberries and the wrong kind of chocolate. Again.” He held up his hands like I’d just threatened his bloodline. “Look, I just deliver the stuff. Talk to dispatch if it’s a problem.”

I asked the delivery man, my voice filled with confusion and curiosity. The delivery man just shrugged, "I don't know, ma'am. I was just told to deliver them here." The delivery man looked at me, a question in his eyes. "Are you Stassie Englment?" he asked. "Yes, that's me," I replied, " This is for you madam." he said

The deliveryman's low voice resounded through the door again, asking, "Excuse me, did someone order delivery?" I hardened my resolve and opened the door, immediately closing it behind me after I slipped outside. The deliveryman stood before me, wearing the same cap and carrying the same bag. "I did," I said while staring at him. "What do you want? I know that the bag is empty. What's written on the sticky note?" The deliveryman was momentarily stunned, as if he hadn't expected me to confront him so directly. His voice sounded strange when he muttered, "You can't be…"

Footage delivered. He rolled up his sleeves, poured himself a black coffee, and opened the file. There were three feeds: front gate, porch cam, and inside hallway. He scrubbed through quickly until the time matched—7:03 AM. The moment he opened the door. There he was, briefcase in hand. The delivery guy stood in front of him—a cap low over his face, head slightly tilted. George paused the video. Zoomed in. Something about the way the man stood… He hit play again.

She was a little taken aback. "Miss, I'm here to deliver takeout." The man shouted through the door. Jenna opened the door and said curiously, "I didn't order anything." The delivery man was startled. He took out his receipt and briefly scanned through it again. He was assured that he had come to the right place. Then he grinned and said, "Miss, I'm pretty sure I came to the right house. A man ordered this for you. He has already paid for it. I'm pretty sure that I am right."

RED INK EP 22: One ego in mind 2 • • He checked the packages one more time, using his eyes to count the boxes. When he was done making assurance, he retreated from the vehicle. "Close the door." He ordered the two men standing on opposite sides of his presence. They walked to delivery truck's trunk, both pulling down the heavy metal door and sealing it with a big padlock. They were both dressed in blue delivery uniforms for one of those delivery companies. The goods were to be delivered to different places in Dretch.

There were a few bottles of alcohol and used cigarettes butts scattered on the ground because some of them were still smoky. " They seem to know we are coming—" Lorenzo didn't finish his sentence when he felt someone's presence from behind. He quickly moved away from where he was standing and was ready to shoot behind when he saw a man in a red uniform, carrying a large bag behind him. " S-sorry! I didn't mean to interrupt! " the delivery man said with a trembling voice and raised arms. " I was about to deliver the foods in this location but seems like I got scammed. "

I said politely. The next man stepped forward holding a plain colored box. It wasn't packaged or even colored. I wondered what could be inside it. “Delivery for Mrs. Isabel Reece.” He said as he stopped short in front of me, pushing the box into my hands. He did not bother with giving me a clipboard to sign, as he just turned and left. This was really awkward. Did I have to call him back and ask to sign, or should I just let it go? I was about to go with the former idea when the last deliveryman stepped into my view. It was then I noticed the stark difference between this man and the other two deliverymen who were speeding their way off the premises. This man looked rugged. His face was fill

He replied. This time, the delivery man was different—a young man, probably in his early twenties, dressed in a standard delivery uniform. "Where do you think you're going?" I demanded, stepping closer. "I'm just delivering a package," he stammered, clutching an elegantly wrapped box. "To whom?" I pressed, my patience wearing thin. "But who are you? Why did they lock me? Why should I give you the details of the delivery? " he retorted a flicker of defiance in his tone.