THE SHIPMENT
Living in a small and quiet town, I find myself focused on the computer screen every night. After all, it's my job as a senior administrative coordinator for shipping. Both of my hands dance on the keyboard, while my eyes resemble expensive camera sensors, fixed on the computer screen.
Tonight is quite cold.
Today is a holiday, a heaven-sent day for other employees. Except for me, who is still handling the coordination for tomorrow's shipments. It's always me who is asked to do this task. It's not the first time, though, and I'm sure it won't be the last. Who else but Mr. Fandrugel? We have been friends for quite some time and have become close. His daughter, Sheira, even became my girlfriend, albeit for only three years. One day, Mr. Fandrugel informed me that his daughter was getting married in London. Well, I'm fine with it as long as she's happy.
I have been working for a long time, and my career has been progressing rapidly. That's why I was trusted as a senior shipping administrator, rather than Mr. Fandrugel. He seemed happy with my rapid career growth, but as time went on, Mr. Fandrugel started assigning me more tasks. Initially, it was understandable because, according to procedure, whatever Mr. Fandrugel handled would become my responsibility in the future. But gradually, Mr. Fandrugel himself began burdening me with package transfers. Well, I don't mind. Let's just see how it goes.
Actually, today I only need to arrange the coordination for tomorrow's shipments, but it seems unlikely. Mr. Fandrugel informed the superiors that there are some urgent packages from him.
This time, it seems to be true because during the autumn seasons, we always get bombarded with sudden regional meetings for a major discussion and an audit one week later.
Proof of this is that Mr. Fandrugel hasn't returned to his office seat for three days now. Perhaps he is busy managing the coordination of the misplaced packages.
#Beep
#Beep
#Beep
#Beep
My facsimile machine beeps instead of the printer. That means an emergency shipment invoice as proof of the packages. Each beep represents one package, indicating the printed data. About 10 minutes later, someone knocks on the door.
"Sir, please sign here."
I glanced at the courier for a moment, and he looked exhausted. His name is Wiloc Craddleworth, a courier who has been delivering packages to my house for years.
"Is it heavy, Mr. Wiloc?"
"Well, that's how the job is, sir. After this, I'm taking two days off. I think my shoulder is at its limit. Looks like I need to consult again," Mr. Wiloc's face was filled with complaints and fatigue. Perhaps his bed is beckoning to him.
"It's better to act quickly than to regret being late." I signed the three documents. "Good job."
Before I left, Mr. Wiloc held me for a moment.
"That exclusive box seems to contain valuable items. Please take good care of it," he added before leaving. "Oh, all the shipping invoices have been sent via facsimile. Good night!"
"As always, I appreciate your professionalism, Mr. Wiloc."
All the boxes were delivered, and the other three boxes were urgent shipments for the company. While this exclusive box, I never expected it to be delivered so quickly.
That's why I took a break from my computer for a moment. I opened the large freezer cabinet wide open. I was going to put the exclusive package inside. When something is exclusive, it shouldn't be allowed to thaw. They are meant to be cold, and they always remain cold to me.
I opened the contents of the exclusive box. Truly exclusive, as there are only two of these items in the world. Besides, I had to hire a professional to acquire such an item.
"Because father and son are the same, hahaha..."
I widened my smile and thought, 'Three days for two people? It's not a waste to spend my $10,000 on the deep web.'
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