Ashley.

As soon as I walk into the waiting room, the phone starts ringing. This is from the security post, they ask you to urgently go down. Pah you, that's just the same from there! Leaving a pile of papers collected on all floors, I run back.

A lanky guy in the uniform of the postal service is spinning near the counter, nervously stamping his foot. In principle, I already guess that the courier is to my liking, but still I check with the guards why they called me. Those confirm my guesses and point to a disgruntled guy.

- Good afternoon, - I give out with a benevolent intonation,...