a nondescript parcel

Days later, in Hans Group, it was a busy day, just like any other.

Aiden Had just finished a long and tiring meeting. As he sat in his cold office, he was engrossed in signing some important documents when Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and George walked in.

"Sir, you have a package," George announced, holding a nondescript parcel.

Aiden glanced up with indifference. "From who?"

"Well, there's no sender's address or name. It's a bit mysterious," George answered, intrigued by the enigmatic package.

Aiden sighed. "Alright, you can leave it there."

But George hesitated. "Sir, what if it's related to something important? It's better you open it."

Aiden pondered for a moment, realizing George's point. "Well, you're right. Open it," Aiden consented.

As George carefully unwrapped the package, he couldn't believe his eyes. His gaze widened, and he stammered, "Sir... it's..."