"Hey!" shouted the red-haired courier.
But Richie was already in the elevator. Its doors slid shut and carried the boy away.
The red-haired young man, boiling with rage, strode up to the reception desk and slammed his tablet down on it. Jabbing a finger at the line with the signatures, he exclaimed indignantly:
"What is this?! No—do you see what your employee has done? I'll be fined for jokes like this!"
"I don't see anything wrong with it," Miss Meyer replied impassively.
"And the signature?! Have you seen that damn signature?" the courier demanded, still seething.
"It's a normal signature," the secretary shrugged, unperturbed.
"Normal?!" the redhead gasped. "Your kid wrote the name of the company owner here!"
"That's right," the secretary said, looking at the courier with open mockery. "What else was he supposed to sign? He's a Grosvenor…"
"What?!"
The red-haired courier's eyes grew as big as peaches. He froze like a statue from a nearby wax museum.
The secretary had to make a considerable effort not to laugh at the sight of the utterly stunned young man. Even the security guard's lips twitched upward.
"Uh…" The redhead scratched the top of his head. "All right…"
The courier picked up his tablet, turned around, and headed for the exit, muttering quietly to himself:
"What a crazy company… It's run by some little brat, after whom not only the company but even the street is named. As if that weren't enough, he's moonlighting as a courier in his own company… That's impossible! But… the secretary wouldn't lie, would she?"
***
Despite his job, Richie was still required to attend gymnastics under the coach's supervision, fencing practice, and lessons with his economics tutor. The only difference now was that the coach came to the boy's house in the capital, while for fencing he had to travel to another club located in London. He arrived there an hour after lunch.
At three o'clock in the afternoon, Richie had free time for the first time since his arrival, which made him immensely happy. Unfortunately, the boy had no idea how to spend it.
Ordinary children in Richard's place would have devoted their free time to games and socializing with their peers. But such pastimes held no interest for the transmigrator.
On his first day, Richie decided to explore the cultural landmarks of "past" London.
Accompanied by his valet, the younger Grosvenor visited the wax museum.
The next day marked the beginning of serious work, not like yesterday when it started at nine in the morning.
At exactly eight o'clock, when Richard went up to the third floor, Helen was already at her desk. Today she was wearing a blue dress patterned with white lilies. Stacks of letters were neatly arranged in front of the office manager.
"Good morning, Mrs. Phillips," the young courier greeted his boss. He was dressed in a brand-new black three-piece suit. "What a wonderful dress. It goes perfectly with your eyes."
Helen smiled softly at Richard. The little boy with blonde, slicked-back hair, dressed like an adult and carrying himself like a young lord, stirred a wave of tenderness in her.
"Hello, Richie. Thank you. At least someone in this office knows how to compliment a woman. Are you ready for a day's work?"
"As a Boy Scout, I'm always ready, ma'am."
"Oh, come on, Richie," the woman pouted playfully. "We agreed you'd call me Helen. I'm not that old."
"I'm sorry, Helen, but I was taught not to be overly familiar. Although for such a charming lady, I'm willing to make an exception. What do we have today?"
Helen Phillips couldn't stop smiling. How could anyone take such a cutie seriously? She replied gently:
"Richie, you need to deliver these letters and documents to their recipients. I've sorted everything by department and marked each stack with a sticker showing the floor and office number. Grab a cart from the storeroom to deliver the mail—there's a lot of paper, and you won't be able to carry it all by hand."
"Yes, ma'am!"
Richie clicked his heels dramatically, then headed for the storeroom. He returned with a trolley resembling the kind waiters use for room service: steel, on four little wheels, with two shelves and a convenient handle for pushing, compact in size. Soon, with his boss's active help, the boy loaded stacks of documents onto it and began delivering them throughout the office. Along the way, he quickly familiarized himself with the contents of the papers.
Thus, at a leisurely pace, Richard reached the second floor. This was where the leasing department was located—the largest one, occupying half the floor.
The appearance of the courier with his trolley brought work to a halt. The office plankton , smiles on their faces, watched the serious young heir at work — the very heir who would one day inherit the company.
(End of Chapter)
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