I tend to be early for things that excites me. I arrived at the freight compound by 7.15 am feeling pumped. The compound somehow looked deserted and few vehicles including Nick's Mercedes Benz-McLaren SLR lined up in a row in front of the office building, suggesting that they were left overnight. I patiently waited outside and hoped for someone to let me in.

An hour later, not a single soul had entered the building, not even Nick. As my patience wearing thin, I tempted to try my luck on any of the intercom buttons. Then, I was startled by the sound of Nick's SLR door swung open as he emerged out of it, sipping a beverage from a takeout cup in his hand. He walked towards me with a broad grin on his face.

"You've been inside your car all this while?" I grumbled while my body shivered. "And you didn't even bother to let me in?"

"Haha! The sight of you trembling like a silly girl amuse my gloomy morning," he giggled. He passed me without so much as a glance, leaving behind a memorable sillage of Creed's Aventus mixed with a tinge of tobacco.

He tapped his RFID card on the access panel and held the door for me to enter. He switched the lights at the reception and hallway and they illuminated within seconds. He briefly showed me around the property especially the essentials such as the toilet and the pantry before leading me straight into the office.

As he was about to unlock the office door, I asked, ""What are the working hours here?"

"9.00 to 5.00," Nick answered.

"Then why did you ask me to be here by 7.30?"

"Just because," he smirked.

The office was smaller than I had imagined with some worn out furniture and cluttered spaces. Nick shrugged off his Tumi sling bag and placed both the bag and the takeout cup on the dining table located nearby a row of workstations. After we settled down, he ordered me to follow him to another room outside the office.

"So, is this the initiation for the mob squad?"" I asked excitedly.

"You're here for your probation as a transporter," he clarified, unlocking another door which was adjacent to the office. We then entered into a room behind it.

"But I didn't sign up for this," I objected. "I thought I was here for the guns and ganja."

"Nope," he said briskly while switching the lights on. The light flickered, illuminating the entire room, small enough for three people to fit in. "The shipping team are shortage of manpower."