Adrian.
There was a bright yellow envelope sitting on my desk when I walked into my office that morning. There was no name, and no company seal on it. Just my name scribbled across the top in bold black ink like the person had something fun planned for me and couldn’t wait to let me know.
“What is this?” I asked my personal assistant as I sat down, and she shook her head.
“I don’t know, sir. It got mailed and I dropped it here for you. I don’t know the sender.”
“What are the odds of me receiving a mail bomb?” I asked, and she widened her eyes and took some steps backwards.
“S-sir. I hope that’s not one. Sh-should we call the police? Hold on, I will…” She was already running to get her phone when I sighed.
“Please, calm down. It’s fine. I’m pretty sure a bomb wouldn’t look so fun.” I
