The Chaotic delivery

Looking through the tall glass wall, Augustine's eyes darkened, deepening like the sky as the sun sank in the distance. The thick clouds spreading the sky, it was going to be a heavy night. 

The lost deal wasn't just a minor setback—it was a scar to his ego. His fingers clenched around the leather headrest of his chair as he stood in rigid silence, his mind racing with cold, calculated thoughts.

"Elijah Caspien." He muttered the name with venom, his gaze locked onto the glowing cityscape below.

The assistant, who had just finished delivering the report, felt a chill crawl down his spine at the icy edge in Augustine's tone.

"I knew he was shallow," Augustine hissed, his jaw tightening. "But never did I think he'd have the audacity to take something right from under my nose." His grip on the chair tightened. "You will regret this."

The assistant hesitated before speaking. "Boss, what do you want me to do now? We can still reach out to SD Construction."

"Gather all the data and footage from the incident," Augustine ordered, his voice sharp and unwavering. "Bring it to me—now."

"Right away, boss," the assistant responded, already pulling out his phone. He quickly contacted the hotel employee who, after relentless pressure, had finally broken down and admitted to deleting the CCTV footage that day—but had now retrieved it.

Augustine stepped into the elevator, his exhaustion weighing heavy. Almost weeks worth of sleepless nights, over Seventy hours of travel—his body ached, his muscles protested, yet giving up wasn't an option. This deal was more than just business. It was a chance to silence Vladimir's endless, condescending remarks. Securing this partnership would bring billions in revenue annually, but now, it felt like everything was slipping through his fingers.

Exiting the building, he unlocked his car—a sleek, gray Bugatti Centodieci. The black one, vandalized just days ago, had been discarded without a second thought.

His driver stood by, ready as always, but Augustine despised the presence of others near his belongings. It itched at his nerves.

"Leave," he ordered curtly.

The driver nodded and stepped back as Augustine slid into the driver's seat, gripping the wheel tightly before speeding off into the night.

The assistant, Sher, remained behind, speaking hurriedly on the phone. "Yes, how long will it take? Sure, just hurry." He shoved his phone back into his pocket and stepped into the next elevator.

When he reached the first floor, the receptionist greeted him, but his slight frown deepened when he didn't see Augustine. Where—? He glanced around subtly, trying to spot him.

"Is there a problem, Mr. Sher?" the receptionist, Shae, asked.

"Did the boss not arrive yet?"

"I didn't see him here," she replied.

Sher gritted his teeth, exhaling sharply. "The documents are almost here, and now I have to go all the way to his apartment to deliver them?!"

Buzz… Buzz…

His phone vibrated. The package was set to arrive in two minutes, and he had planned to hand it over immediately, but Augustine had already left. Frustration wrinkled his forehead as he pulled out his phone. He assumed it was Augustine calling, but the voice on the other end made his stomach drop.

"Sher! There's smoke coming out of your apartment! Are you okay?!"

It was his neighbor. His grip on the phone tightened. What?!

At that very moment, through the main doors, a figure walked in—a young woman like an angel descended in a white jumpsuit, cinched at the waist, her hair styled in two neatly braided pigtails. Her eyes widened in awe at the grandeur of the building as she approached the front desk, holding a bag, seemingly a delivery package. She snapped out of it soon and smiled before speaking. 

"HI, I'm here to deliver this—" she started, but before she could finish, Sher, still on the phone, grabbed her arm in a frantic urgency. His bloodshot eyes were filled with desperation.

"Help me out, Miss!" he pleaded, his grip tightening on the bag she was holding. "You are here to deliver these right?"

"What the—?" She instinctively pulled away, but instead of a harasser, he looked more like someone caught in a life-or-death situation. She hesitated, her brows furrowing in confusion.

"What's wrong with you?" she asked, wary but curious.

"Could you please deliver this for me to another location?" he begged. "I promise I will pay you well."

"Huh?" Sara blinked. "You knew I was bringing this?"

Wow, it must be a big deal. He looks desperate… Did Josline tell him about the toy I was going to return? she wondered, making random connections in her mind. Josline had given her a car, an address, and a name—Sofia Core.

"Of course! It's extremely important! I would have delivered it myself, but my apartment is on fire—my girlfriend is inside!" Sher's voice cracked as he clutched her hand, his eyes welling up with panic.

Sara instantly felt an obligation to help him after hearing his desperate cry.

"Okay, I'll do it," she agreed not knowing how much she was going to regret this favor. 

"Thank you! I'll never forget this!" he said in relief, fishing a key card from his pocket and handing it to her along with the bag. "This is the apartment key, and here's the location."

Engraved on the back of a high-end business card was an address. "Good Luck, Just deliver it and come back. Don't do anything else. okay?' HE said warning her slightly and Sara nodded slightly still confused at the situation. 

Without waiting for another second, Sher shot out of the building like a bullet, leaving Sara utterly bewildered.

Just as he disappeared, another man walked in—this time dressed in a delivery uniform. He strode to the reception desk, standing beside Sara, who was still flabbergasted. The receptionist, also taken aback, watched as the man placed a document on the counter along with a USB drive.

"This is a delivery for Mr. Sher," the delivery man announced.

The receptionist glanced at Sara, then smiled briefly before sliding the items toward her.

"Add these to the bag too," she said, pulling her lips into a wide grin. 

'Will I see Blue there?' she wondered to herself, as if that was the only good thing about this entire situation.