Delivered into a Nightmare
Language: en
Late at night, I picked up a premium courier gig that paid two hundred dollars. The instructions were simple: deliver a rush document for a wealthy woman who lived alone, straight into the hands of her niece across town. Hand it to her directly, the note insisted. I did exactly that. I handed the sealed envelope to the young woman who opened the door. Yet, the moment I turned away, my phone rang. It was the aunt. "My niece says she never saw you. Where the hell are you?" I frowned, the cold night air biting at my neck. "I literally just handed it to her. She even thanked me. I have the…