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Almost Lost
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She hoped he couldn’t sense how frightened he was.
“I’ve got a special delivery for Mr. Ryan Ellis.”
The man handed her a large manila envelope with Ryan’s name and address handwritten on it.
She placed it on the hall table and he passed her a clipboard.
“Sign here. Your full name, time of delivery, and your phone number.”
So it was just a delivery after all. Cassie felt relieved, but she wasn’t going to relax until this creepy guy was out of the door.
“And your passport, please.”
“My what?”
She stared at him in horror.
“I have to photograph it. If you don’t mind.”
His tone of voice told her that he didn’t care if she minded. He leaned against the wall and checked his watch.
Cassie felt thoroughly flustered. What was this all about? She dreaded it was some sort of illegal worker clampdown.
She couldn’t tell him to get out, although she wanted to. Was photographing this document even legal, or an infringement of her rights? It felt like an attempt at intimidation, but she couldn’t think of a way out without landing herself in even bigger trouble.
“Would you wait outside while I fetch it?” she asked.
He took his time moving onto the porch. Arms folded and that half smile on his round, pale face, he stood and watched.
She closed the front door, wishing she didn’t have to open it again, and rushed to her bedroom to get her passport, with its incriminating visitor’s visa.
Then she went back, opened the door, and handed it to him.
“I’ve got a special delivery for Mr. Ryan Ellis.”
The man handed her a large manila envelope with Ryan’s name and address handwritten on it.
She placed it on the hall table and he passed her a clipboard.
“Sign here. Your full name, time of delivery, and your phone number.”
So it was just a delivery after all. Cassie felt relieved, but she wasn’t going to relax until this creepy guy was out of the door.
“And your passport, please.”
“My what?”
She stared at him in horror.
“I have to photograph it. If you don’t mind.”
His tone of voice told her that he didn’t care if she minded. He leaned against the wall and checked his watch.
Cassie felt thoroughly flustered. What was this all about? She dreaded it was some sort of illegal worker clampdown.
She couldn’t tell him to get out, although she wanted to. Was photographing this document even legal, or an infringement of her rights? It felt like an attempt at intimidation, but she couldn’t think of a way out without landing herself in even bigger trouble.
“Would you wait outside while I fetch it?” she asked.
He took his time moving onto the porch. Arms folded and that half smile on his round, pale face, he stood and watched.
She closed the front door, wishing she didn’t have to open it again, and rushed to her bedroom to get her passport, with its incriminating visitor’s visa.
Then she went back, opened the door, and handed it to him.
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