Mr. Cake took a seat and immediately became friends with his cell phone, frantically searching for the details of the news, instead of being resentful of Mr. Cake
I ran like a hyena, took the phone in the room and then came back.
"You're right, Feline. Gibson Jeph, chief director of international freight forwarder Colombe Parcel, was a business class passenger on Air France departing at seven o'clock Friday morning from London," said Mr. Cake panicked a bit. "This is too sudden, refusing is also impossible."
My fingers gracefully touched the phone screen. “Um… How about we go straight to that address? One of them can do it too."
“Take the closest Westfield first. Portpatrick is about 7 hours by car or nine hours by train. Farther than Cornwall," reply Mr. Cake while lightly biting his right thumb.
The six-inch phone screen that rests on my right arm, has now obtained the information I need, my heart is a little bit restless.
“Colombe Parcel was founded originally in France. They were originally the local delivery sector. Within a year, Gibson Jeph won the trust of investors to be able to fly all over Europe….” The most important partner, my eyes and mouth coordinated with each other to read the information on the company's history.
Mr. Cake instantly respons, “Feline, find out what makes Colombe Parcel stand out from the rest or something like that no other delivery service can find.”
I immediately touched on the service menu line. There's not much to offer, they're plotted by tables and are pretty much the same. My thumb slides down, still no significant difference.
“Something bothering you, Feline?” Mr. Cake, who had been deciphering the meaning of the letter, realized that I was facing an eight-way intersection.
"Well, I don't understand why they use almost the same delivery service,"
“Let's get Earnold and Earnys involved.” He pinched his ears.
“So, Colombe Regular, the delivery duration is 2 days, the cost is 3 pounds per kilo, untraceable items must be sent to the house. Almost similar, Colombe Post Regular, the difference is in the description of the object or the untraceable letter must be sent to the house. While Colombe Post is similar to Colombe Black, the difference is that the object or letter is tracked and costs 4.5 pounds per kilo.”
Furthermore, Colombe Non Regular, delivery for 1 day, 6 pounds per kilo, tracked objects, can be picked up to the nearest office or sent to your home. Similar to Colombe Regular Instant, the guarantee is sent the same day a maximum of three in the afternoon, items or letters, delivered to your home, 12 pounds per kilo, received proof of delivery and will be tracked.
“Additionally, there is a small note at the very bottom of the table. First, Colombe Parcel values the confidentiality of goods. Second, Colombe Parcel will contact if there is an oddity in the package to ask for confirmation from the sender. Third, Colombe Parcel provides a special service outside the list above, please confirm with the owner. Fourth, overseas shipping costs 35 pounds on all packages, with a week to one month, the rest can be asked by the CS team. The latter…"
Mr. Cake still looks at me as if he needs to.
“100% money back delivery guarantee, subject to 15% insurance fee of the total cost. Damage in the form of defective shipping, otherwise it will be returned to the sender for correction. Excluding the insurance fee, half of it will be returned,” I said, still reading the entire cell phone completely. I asked Mr. Cake as i realized something, "This bothers me a little, isn't it strange that the regular word is used too often?"
“Well, if they want to make someone else slip, sure. Not only has the support of investors, in a year Colombe Parcel has spread its wings to the European continent. Hm…” His unsure nod bothered me a bit.
"The letter also said the package, but why wasn't it sent with his delivery service?"
Mr. Cake flipped over the black gift.
“Secrets whose distribution is unobtrusive and must be accepted by the right people, this is what the gift was trying to tell me.” Then Mr. Cake asked to me, “What do you think when someone tells someone else to deliver a package to a certain address, Feline?”
“Maybe the package is important? But that's totally annoying. Instead of telling other people, that person can directly contact via cell phone, right? Of course it's very unnatural, "I thought.
"Exactly! Like you said, cell phones are much more efficient. Or…,” he said in a low voice suspiciously.
He immediately picked up the phone, Mr. Cake quickly dialed a certain number with a pattern of questions in my mind.
"Feline, quickly call Miss Egremont, we are going on vacation for a while," he said quickly moving to someone he called. "Good morning…"
Again and again my method is less effective. Mr. Cake’s face which is now filled in a hurry indicates that he has taken a certain step. Honestly, I don't know what he means.
Miss Honey Egremont, is an acquaintance of Mr. Cake that helped the last case. Mr. Cake said the tomboyish girl helped him a lot, was obedient even though she demanded a lot. Well, for some reason, Miss Egremont is now employed by my family, the Antoinettes, as a personal chauffeur.
Pressed her name on the contact list, then the phone rested against my right ear. It didn't take long, because she and I quickly got along.
"Hello, Honey? How are you?" I welcome her.
“I- I mean, Feline? this is uncommon for you to call me?"
want to talk about the gold. I don't know, I feel Mr. Cake might forbid me.
“Y-yeah, there is actually quite a troublesome case…”
“Huh… it's that guy again, right?” she groaned.
I told her all the details down to the contents of that absurd message. But for some reason, my mouth doesn't want to talk about the gold. I don't know, I feel Mr. Cake might forbid me.
“Ah, like you said, rambling, Feline. Well¸ sooner or later the man has his methods. I need Miss Lilia's permission first, but where exactly are we going for recreation?” Egremont's tone seemed excited.
“Um… um….” In contrast to me who was a bit hesitant, “Blean, Canterbury and Millfield, Portpatrick, hehe….”
“Hahaha…” Egremont's reply sounded light to the ear.
“Hahaha, t-to Honey Egremont is close, right?”
“CLOSE YOUR HEAD! ABOUT TEN HOURS OF TRAVEL IS EVEN MINIMUM, YOU KNOW? FOR THAT TIME MY EARS WILL RINGING GETTING ANGRY BY MISS LILIA!”
My ears are like a dog barking. I can understand her because she is my sister and stepmother's driver.
"D-don't worry, I-I'll call you later, bye~"
"Eh? W-WAIT--“ Following the advice of Mr. Cake, I close immediately without compromise. I hope she can forgive me, I thought deeply.
Meanwhile, I briefly overheard Mr. Cake before it ends.
“…Oh, so that means we can modify the original package to increase the time instead of reducing it, Miss Netanya?”
“….”
"Ah, if the item is in gray zone?"
“…”
“Merveilleux! Thank you, we are looking forward to it.” He put the receiver back down. "So how's it going, Feline?"
“Y-yes, uh-huh.” I nodded, but it didn't look convincing.
"Now then, there is no easy path for Miss Egremont."
My curiosity never relented, so I asked what Mr. that cake.
"Oh, that one?" He poured the cup until it was fulled "Sometimes situations that are generally efficient, don't apply under certain conditions."
Honestly, what I just heard was unthinkable. Even though I'm still like a blank paper.
"For example?"
"I don't know if it matters," he added after sipping his favorite peace of tisane. "Or precarious."
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