Testing his Uncle's legacy

Timothy arched his eyebrow at the letter and shrugged. The young man opened the smaller envelope and held it up at an angle, watching a large coin held by a bezel attached to a curb chain with a lobster clasp slide into the open palm of his right hand, the envelopes in his left with the letter in between. The coin in the bezel held the profile of a woman facing left, her hair bound in a cap, a worn ‘LIBERTY’ inscribed on a ribbon holding a spray of leaves and sheaves also resting upon her head, ‘E PLURIBUS UNUM’ above with seven stars to the left and six to the right, and an illegible date below the profile. He considered his forgotten uncle’s bequest for a moment. Shrugging again, the young man stepped back and negligently tossed the envelopes and letter on the kitchen counter to his right, followed by lifting the pendant up and closing the clasp behind his neck. Quickly grabbing the one-dollar bill from the small pile, Timothy turned his attention to the DHL delivery woman standing at his door patiently, her light green eyes watching him, her expression impassive. Remaining equally impassive, he looked her over from her uniform polo shirt to her black slacks and black Skechers, thinking.

“I’ll give you a dollar,” Timothy said slowly, “For your wallet and everything in it.”

The delivery driver’s light green eyes blinked slowly. Reaching back to the left pocket of her black slacks, the brunette removed a compact faux leather billfold and held it out to him. Holding back a pleased smile, the young man replaced the wallet for the one-dollar bill.

Disregarding the DHL employee, he opened up the wallet, spying her driver’s license, an atm and two credit cards and several bills – mostly ones – in the banknote slot of the bifold. As the young man eased out the greenbacks, a small frown crossed the driver’s face.

“Mr. Blanchard,” she spoke up, a small thrill running up his spine at being called ‘Mr.,’ his dark brown eyes rising to meet hers, “Are you satisfied with your delivery?”

“I am,” Timothy nodded.

“Thank you,” the twentyish woman said. “I hope you look forward to further business with DHL for your shipping needs.”

“I’ll keep you in mind,” he replied, watching her eyes flicker to the wallet in his hand.

“Before I go,” she said, her voice a trifle shaky, “I would like to ask, please, for you to at least lend me the license and cards I sold you. With my name on them, they are of little use to you.”

“Hmmm.” The young man considered her request. “Maybe… I could sell them to you –” Her thin eyebrows rose. “– for, oh, say – a hundred dollars.”

Her jaw fell. “That’s – that’s –”

“I know,” Timothy nodded with a shrug, “But it is a seller’s market. Unless you’d rather lease them. With interest.”

The young woman whimpered, her lips trembling. “I – I need my license to drive. My boss’ll have a fit if I don’t have it on me. I could get fired if she finds out. I – can’t afford that. The cards are maxed out as it is. I’ve been paying the minimum for two months now. I can live without them for now.” She shook her head, swallowing apprehensively. “How – how much just for the license?”

The recipient of her delivery sighed, arching an eyebrow at her. “Seller’s market, remember? You shouldn’t tell me things like that.”

“You mean,” her eyes widened, “You want more now?”

“Well…”

“Please,” she clasped her hands to her chest, “I’m begging you. Don’t increase the cost. Please.”

Timothy eyed the delivery driver. “Well… Okay. I’ll keep it to the hundred. I’ll even give you a dollar for your promise to pay it all, in cash or services, no matter what.”

Handing her a dollar, the young woman accepted the bill along with her license and her cards, her light green eyes shining. “Oh! Oh, thank you, sir! Thank you!”

“You’re welcome,” the young man smiled. “Come here straight after work – in your uniform – and we’ll discuss terms.”

“Okay,” she nodded eagerly. “I’ll be back as soon as I can. Thank you again, sir.”

The delivery driver spun around, heading down the hall towards the stairs of the apartment building. Nice ass, Timothy nodded, admiring the sway of her firm buttocks beneath her fit black slacks. Hmmm, he blinked, a thought occurring to him.