Momo

What a bloody week! First, I get reprimanded for being too slow, despite Home Office refusing to issue me an AetherCorp courier bike because I'm "too small to operate one safely!" Then I get praised for outstanding service! Make up your damn minds! Ten hours on my feet, thirty-seven deliveries, muddy boots, and not a moment to rest. I love my job, I really do, but I'm exhausted! Just one parcel left. Thank the Empress. Then I spot it. A crimson envelope at the bottom of my satchel. Addressed to... me? My stomach drops. Red envelopes mean official Imperial business, and rarely anything good. Am I being fired? Reassigned? Oh gods... No. Parcel first. Panic later. I straighten my crooked cap, clutch the package, and march toward the recipient.