The morning sun filtered through the tinted windows of SwiftX Courier Services, casting warm golden rays on the polished floor. The front desk buzzed with activity—phones ringing, workers moving in and out, and packages stacked for delivery. Isabella stood behind the counter, organizing the morning's delivery list when the entrance bell chimed softly.
She looked up—and froze for a moment.
In walked a tall man, light-skinned and sharply dressed in a designer shirt and fitted jeans. His dreadlocks were neatly tied back, and his confident stride turned heads. He had the kind of face that made people pause—handsome, charismatic, dangerous even. But what truly caught Isabella off-guard was his smile. Smooth. Effortless.
Maxon Lawal.
The younger brother of Demian Lawal. But unlike his brother's cold elegance, Maxon was fire—bold, playful, and reckless with charm.
"Wow..." he said, eyeing Isabella from head to toe. "You're... stunning."
Isabella chuckled, lowering her eyes modestly. "Thanks, sir. How can I help you?"
He leaned on the counter, a teasing smirk on his face. "I'm here to place two special deliveries. One for the love of my life, and the other... for someone I used to love."
Isabella's brows lifted slightly in curiosity. "Okay... Let's hear it."
Maxon pulled out two envelopes from his jacket, along with a list of items he wanted packed.
"The first one—" he began, "is for someone special. A love card, a big pink teddy bear, cake, chocolates, and lots of flowers."
Isabella nodded and began writing.
Maxon continued, handing her the letter to be placed inside the first package:
"My Woman,
Every moment with you feels like a dream. Your smile lights up my world, and your laughter is music to my heart. You're the reason I wake up with a smile on my face.
You are the missing piece I never knew I needed.
I love you more than words can say.
Forever and always, my love.
Yours truly,
Maxon."
Isabella gave a small smile. "That's really sweet."
He smirked. "Wait for the second one."
She raised an eyebrow.
"For this one," he said, "I want a flower bouquet, cake, chocolates, a pink bag, and cozy slippers. But… the letter should be this."
He handed her a second note.
"Dear Love,
I think it's time for us to part ways. I know this might hurt, and I'm sorry for any pain I might cause. You deserve someone who loves you fully, and I think it's best if we go our separate ways.
I love someone else and I don't want to cheat on you.
Wishing you all the best. Take care.
From Maxon."
Isabella blinked, trying to mask her surprise. "You're really sending a breakup letter… with chocolates?"
Maxon shrugged. "Sweet memories before the storm."
He paid in full, handed her the addresses and contact numbers for both women, then flashed one last smile. "Just make sure the right packages go to the right women."
"Of course," Isabella replied professionally.
As Maxon exited, he caught one last glimpse of her—the curve of her smile, the way her eyes sparkled when she laughed softly to herself. Her voice echoed in his mind all the way home.
Later, Isabella carefully packed the gifts in two separate boxes. The delivery truck had just arrived, and she was in a rush.
"Lucas!" she called to her co-worker.
Lucas, casually munching biscuits in the breakroom, appeared.
"Yeah?"
"I'm so pressed," she said, shifting from foot to foot. "The delivery guy's waiting. Can you please label these two boxes based on the envelopes and addresses in this folder? I already sorted the gifts inside. Just paste the right tags."
"No wahala," Lucas said, waving her off.
She handed him everything and ran off to the restroom.
But Lucas… well, Lucas wasn't paying much attention. He glanced at the names and mistakenly swapped the addresses. The gift meant for Rose went to Shima, and Shima's gift—filled with love and sweetness—was sent to Rose along with a breakup letter.
Later that evening…
Maxon lounged on the dark leather couch in the penthouse living room, one leg resting on the armrest, a half-empty soda can in his hand, and a box of pizza open beside him. The large TV screen glowed with a paused FIFA game. His dreadlocks were now untied, falling over his shoulders as he scrolled through his phone with a smug grin.
Demian walked in, fresh from a meeting, still in his crisp white shirt, sleeves folded.
"You've been home all day and that's your dinner?" Demian asked, eyeing the greasy pizza box.
"Don't judge me," Maxon replied, taking a lazy bite. "I had a long day."
"Oh really?" Demian asked, settling on the couch beside him. "What could possibly be stressful for Maxon Lawal?"
Maxon smirked, his mind already replaying the memory of the pretty girl he saw earlier. "Bro… I saw an angel today."
Demian looked at him sideways, raising a brow. "What did you do this time?"
"I went to SwiftX Courier Services to send some gifts," Maxon said casually. "And there she was—light-skinned, slim waist, nice lips, eyes that could kill. Her smile? It had me smiling back like a fool."
Demian scoffed. "So you went to send gifts to two women, and still managed to fall for a third? Must you cheat?"
Maxon threw a pizza crust at him, laughing. "Shut up, jare. I didn't say I cheated. I just said I admired beauty."
"You just said you sent one breakup gift and one love package," Demian said, shaking his head. "You've officially gone mad."
Maxon laughed harder, leaning back on the couch. "I'm serious, though. There's something about this girl.... Even her voice... I can't get it out of my head."
Demian was about to say something else when Maxon's phone buzzed loudly on the table. He glanced at the screen.
Rose.
He grinned. "Speak of the devil."
He answered casually. "Hey babe, you got the—"
Her voice cut through like a knife. "Maxon who the hell is Shima?!"
Maxon blinked. "What?"
"You sent me a freaking breakup letter! With a bag and slippers—do I look like your mother?! And the name on the package was written: Shima!"
"What—no! That's not possible. That was for—wait, listen babe, just—"
"Don't call me again, Maxon! We're done. You bastard!"
Click.
She ended the call.
Maxon sat frozen for a second. The room fell silent.
Demian raised an eyebrow. "Angel number two?"
Maxon stood slowly, face darkening. "They switched the packages…"
Demian laughed under his breath. "Told you. Must you cheat? I'm very sure it was a mistake."
Maxon didn't even reply. He grabbed his car keys, face full of fury, and stormed out.
He was heading straight for SwiftX Courier Services.
"One job," he muttered. "They had ONE job!"