The Father's Reckoning

Chapter Seven: The First Delivery

Tyson glanced at the navigation screen as he approached his destination.

The address led him away from the busy commercial district and towards an older part of Las Vegas. The buildings became less impressive, the roads quieter and the streets increasingly unfamiliar.

He checked the address again.

It was correct.

"Strange place for a business delivery," he muttered.

He slowed down as he approached a large building surrounded by a high fence. A security camera was mounted above the entrance, and two men stood near the gate.

Tyson parked a short distance away.

He picked up his phone and called the number on the card.

"I'm outside the address."

"Good. Wait there."

The man ended the call.

Tyson looked through the windscreen.

One of the guards was already approaching his vehicle.

He lowered the window.

"Good afternoon."

"Are you the delivery driver?"

"Yes. I'm here with a package from Mr Swagger."

The guard examined him.

"Do you have identification?"

Tyson handed over his driver's licence.

The man checked it before looking towards the package.

"Come with me."

Tyson stepped out, picked up the package and followed him through the entrance.

The building's interior was surprisingly quiet. There were no visible business signs or reception desks. Only a long corridor with several closed doors.

The guard stopped outside one of them and knocked.

A voice answered from inside.

"Come in."

The door opened.

A well-dressed man sat behind a desk. He appeared to be in his early forties, with a gold chain around his neck and a large watch on his wrist.

He looked up.

"You're the new guy?"

"Yes, sir. Tyson Alan."

The man extended his hand.

"Give me that."

Tyson placed the package on the desk.

The man examined the seal before looking at him.

"Did anyone open it?"

"No, sir."

"Good."

He took out his phone and made a call.

"Yes. I've received it."

A brief pause followed.

"Everything is fine."

He ended the call and turned back to Tyson.

"You're done."

Tyson nodded.

"Thank you, sir."

"Wait."

The man opened a drawer, removed an envelope and handed it to him.

"Give this to Dominic when you return."

Tyson accepted it.

"Alright."

"And tell him I appreciate the delivery."

"I will."

Tyson turned towards the door.

"One more thing," the man said.

Tyson looked back.

"Don't discuss what you see here with anyone."

Tyson frowned slightly.

"I don't understand."

The man gave him a cold look.

"You don't need to understand. Just do your job."

Tyson nodded.

"Alright."

He left the room.

Outside, Tyson returned to his car.

He placed the envelope on the passenger seat and sat behind the steering wheel.

For a moment, he simply stared ahead.

Something about the delivery had felt unusual.

The building had no business sign. The people inside were secretive, and the recipient had barely spoken to him.

Still, he reminded himself that he had been hired to deliver packages, not investigate his employer's clients.

He started the engine.

As he pulled away, his phone vibrated.

A message from Dominic's office appeared.

Delivery confirmed. Payment will be processed shortly.

Tyson smiled.

His first job was complete.

He checked his banking application a few minutes later.

A notification appeared.

Payment received

### $2,000

Tyson stared at the screen.

Two thousand dollars.

He couldn't believe it.

For the first time in days, he felt that he might actually have a chance.

He immediately called the hospital to ask about the payment arrangements.

After speaking with the financial department, he learned that the money could be added to his son's treatment account while he continued raising the balance.

It wasn't enough, but it was a beginning.

"Thank you," he told the hospital representative before ending the call.

He leaned back in his seat.

"One down," he whispered. "We still have a long way to go, Zeri."

Tyson decided to return to Dominic's office.

He wanted to hand over the envelope and find out whether there were more deliveries available.

When he arrived, James, Dominic's assistant, welcomed him.

"Mr Alan. You're back."

"Yes. The delivery was successful."

"Excellent. Mr Swagger is expecting you."

James escorted him upstairs.

Dominic was standing near the window when Tyson entered.

"Well, well. Look who's back."

Tyson smiled politely.

"The delivery was completed, sir."

Dominic turned around.

"Was there any problem?"

"No, sir. The recipient confirmed everything."

"Good."

Tyson placed the envelope on the desk.

"He asked me to give you this."

Dominic picked it up and placed it inside a drawer without opening it.

"Thank you."

Tyson hesitated.

"Sir, I also wanted to ask if there are more deliveries available."

Dominic looked amused.

"Already?"

"I need to raise more money."

"Your son?"

Tyson nodded.

"Yes. The treatment is expensive, and time is running out."

Dominic studied him for a moment.

"How much did the first delivery help?"

"Two thousand dollars."

"Not bad for a day's work, is it?"

"No, sir. I'm grateful."

Dominic walked back towards his desk.

"Tell me something, Tyson. Are you comfortable working under pressure?"

Tyson frowned.

"What do you mean?"

"Some deliveries require patience. Others require you to make quick decisions when things don't go according to plan."

Tyson thought about it.

"I can handle pressure."

Dominic smiled.

"I believe you can."

He pressed a button on his desk.

"James, come in."

A few seconds later, the assistant entered.

"Sir?"

"Prepare another assignment for Mr Alan."

James nodded.

"Certainly."

Dominic looked at Tyson.

"Let's see how far you can go."

Tyson nodded.

"Thank you, sir."

He had come looking for one opportunity.

Now Dominic was offering him another.

And Tyson was beginning to believe that he might finally have found a way to save his son.

What he didn't realise was that every successful delivery was taking him further into a world he knew nothing about.