"Hey!" the red-haired courier shouted.
But Richie was already in the elevator. Its doors closed and carried the boy away.
The red-haired youth, seething with rage, approached the reception desk and placed his clipboard on it. Pointing his finger at the signature line, he exclaimed indignantly:
"What's this?! No, do you see what your employee did? I'll get fined for such jokes."
"I don't see anything like that," Miss Mayer replied calmly.
"And the signature?! Did you see that damn signature?" the courier said with the same indignation.
"It's a normal signature," the secretary shrugged calmly.
"Real?!" the red-haired man choked with indignation. "Your kid wrote the company owner's name here!"
"That's right," the secretary said, looking mockingly at the courier. "What other signature was he supposed to have? He's a Rich..."
- What?!
The red-haired courier's eyes grew the size of peaches. He froze, like a statue from a nearby wax museum.
The secretary had to fight hard not to laugh at the sight of the boy's utter astonishment. Even the security guard's lips twitched upward at the corners.
"Uh-uh..." the redhead scratched the top of his head. "Okay..."
The courier picked up his tablet, turned around, and headed for the exit. He muttered quietly under his breath:
"What a crazy company... It's run by a teenage starlet, after whom they named not only the company but also a street. As if that weren't enough, he also moonlights as a courier for his own company... That can't happen! But... the secretary wouldn't lie, would she?"
***
Despite his work, Richie continued to attend gymnastics classes under his coach, fencing training, and economics tutoring. Only now, the coach visited the boy at his home in the capital, while he had to travel to another fencing class in London for his fencing lessons. 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 he was immensely grateful for. But he didn't know what to do with it.
Ordinary children in Richard's place would have spent their free time playing games and socializing with their peers. But the transmigrator had no interest in such pastimes.
On the first day, Richie decided to see the cultural sights of London's "past".
The younger Rich, accompanied by his valet, visited the wax museum.
The next day was marked by the fact that we had to start work in full, and not like yesterday, at nine in the morning.
At precisely eight o'clock in the morning, when Richard arrived at the third floor, Helen was already at her desk. She was wearing a blue dress with white lilies. Stacks of letters lay on the head of the office's desk.
"Good morning, Mrs. Phillips," the young courier greeted his boss, sporting a brand-new black three-piece suit. "That's a wonderful dress. It complements your eyes perfectly."
Helen looked at Richard with a soft smile. The small boy with slicked-back blond hair, dressed like an adult and holding himself like a young lord, struck a chord with her.
"Hello, Richie. Thank you. At least someone in this office can give a girl a compliment. Are you ready for a day of work?"
- As a scout, I'm always ready, ma'am.
"Well, Richie," the girl pouted. "We agreed that you'd call me Helen. I'm not that old."
"Forgive me, Helen, but I was taught not to be overly familiar. Although, for such a charming lady, I'm prepared to make concessions. What do we have today?"
Helen Phillips couldn't stop smiling. How could anyone take such a cutie seriously?! She said in a soft tone:
"Richie, we need to deliver letters and documents to their recipients. I've sorted everything by department and marked each stack with a sticker indicating the floor and office. Get a mail cart from the supply closet; there are so many papers, you won't be able to carry them all in your hands."
- Yes, ma'am!
Richie clicked his heels dramatically and headed to the storage room to get a cart similar to the kind used by waiters for room service: steel, on four wheels, with two shelves and a convenient push handle, compact in size. Soon, with the active assistance of his boss, the boy loaded stacks of papers into it and began distributing them throughout the office. Along the way, he quickly familiarized himself with the contents of the documents.
So Richard slowly made his way to the second floor. This was where the rental department was located-the largest one, taking up half the floor.
The arrival of a courier with a cart brought work to a halt. The office workers watched with smiles as the serious young heir, who would one day inherit the company, worked.
Richie picked up the stack of papers and exclaimed loudly:
- Mr. Smith. Answer me. Wave your hand so I can see you.