I'm All Yours | B.E

Chapter Sixteen

Slowing down his pace, he opened his blue mail satchel to seek the next envelope for his upcoming address.

Rushed New Yorkers quickly pacing past him, some throwing him annoyed stares resulted in him being in the way.

He couldn't find the envelope he was looking for, so he stopped for a second. Immediately a man run into him from keeping his attention on his phone.

"Can you stand somewhere else? Goddamn!"

"I'm sorry, sir," he mumbled and tried to walk to the side, running into a woman who gave him a deadly stare.

A sigh escaped his lips as his hand dug through the mail satchel.

Although the city was filled with chatter, honking and car engines, he heard a car stop in front of him.

With his hand still in the bag, he gave the black limousine with tinted windows a look.

As he was about to turn his attention back to his bag, the back window got rolled down," Sir."

He looked around to make sure that the man in the car, wearing an expensive suit wasn't speaking to anyone else, before fixing up his yellow cap, "Y-Yeah?"

"Could I ask you for a favor?"

"Uh, sure?"

"Mind getting in?"

"Sir, I'm not-"

"There are people walking by constantly, cameras everywhere. If my intentions would be bad, I would not fulfill them here."

For a second he thought about it before nodding his head. The driver's door opened up and a man in a suit and sunglasses stepped out before leading the mailman to the other side of the limousine and opening the door for him.

Reluctantly he got in next to the mysterious businessman.

His eyes watched him reach in his pocket and pull out an envelope with a red logo on it that had a cursive letter M in the middle.

"See that building there?"

"Yes, sir."

"I need you to bring this envelope to whoever is working at the cash register today. Tell them it's for the owner. His name is on the other side of it."

He got handed the envelope which he soon turned around and just saw the first and the last name for who it was addressed . "Oh no," he shook his head. "Sir, I'm not gonna do that. It doesn't have a stamp on it, nor it has the address on it or your name. Bring this to the post office or put it in a mailbox," he put the envelope down and began already opening the door to get out.

"Wait, what's your name?"

"Lucas."

"Lucas, what is it that you want?"

"Sorry?" he shut the door back closed.

"Do you have any problems with the law? I'll get my brother to represent you in a court case. Or do you want money?"

"I-"

Lucas's eyes widened when an envelope with a check in it appeared.

"Will ten thousand dollars be enough for you?"

"I-" his words got stuck in his throat from the shock. "I-I can't take it. That's too much money."

"Take it, I know you need it. There's my assistants number in it too just in case."

For a second he thought about it. He needed the money. Rent alone in New York was expensive.

"Okay, deal."