Isaac Cross, age 23, drove his truck along nervously, reminding himself that despite all the pressure, things had been going pretty smoothly so far.
Isaac was a reedy boy with dark brown hair with a few streaks of blonde from an old dye job, a little on the small and slight side but good looking, although his face was more pretty than handsome. He adjusted his glasses, looking at the approaching mansion.
Isaac hadn't had much luck in holding jobs before, so he was just a delivery boy for a company that specialized in moving custom orders from artisans. This job was intimidating him a bit, though; it was his first overseas delivery he'd been trusted with, to a tiny island nation whose name kept slipping his mind. Unimportant as the country might be to Isaac, the fact remained that he'd been called in to make a special delivery to the daughter of the small monarchy's king; in less than an hour, he was going to ask a bona fide princess said to be "richer than god" for her signature and turn over his delivery to her.
It was an odd delivery, though, and Isaac took another glance back at the doll he was transporting in its large, ornate display case.
He wasn't going to deny that it was probably a work of art to the craftsman that shaped it; hell, there had been not one but several checks on the way here to make sure the doll he was transporting wasn't a human, it looked so lifelike. Add on top of that that this delivery was coming with more clothes for that one human-sized doll than Isaac had owned in his life...
She must be one spoiled girl to be blowing money on dolls like this when she's going to rule this island when she grows up. The boss said she's older than me, too.
Of course, the boss had also said that their client could buy and sell Isaac and the company without even dipping into her savings account, and he had pounded it into him; the delivery had to be PERFECT. If the product was messed up or he somehow offended the client, they were up the creek without a paddle. If he pulled it off, though, his financial worries would be over.
As a result, Isaac made every effort to be on his best behavior when he arrived at the princess's mansion, waiting at the service door and asking a maid to let the client know her delivery had arrived; the maid laughed at him in a way Isaac didn't think he liked, but she'd gone off to deliver it. Isaac waited, wondering what this supremely wealthy client would be like in person.
If she wastes money on a doll that costs more than my house, maybe she's a generous tipper. He thought wishfully, chuckling a little as he got ready to unload the doll and her clothes.
