Rich People Problems-Kwan 2017 (WWT)

curtains in the formal living room had been closed to block out the afternoon sun. “Is
anyone home?”
“My dad and stepmom are on a safari in Kenya at the moment,” Colin answered, as a
Filipino maid appeared from the corridor.
“Is Aloysius here?”
“No, but there’s a package for you, Sir Colin,” the woman replied. She went into the
kitchen and returned moments later with a large padded envelope that didn’t bear the
markings of any courier service.
“Who dropped this off?” Colin asked.
“Sir, Mr. Pang, sir.”
He ripped open the envelope, and inside was a smaller manila envelope that was
stamped PRIVATE & CONFIDENTIAL. There was a Post-it affixed to the front of it. Colin looked
up at Nick in surprise. “This package isn’t for me—it’s for you!”
“Really?” Taking the package, Nick saw that the Post-it note read:
Please give this letter by hand to your friend Nicholas Young.
It is imperative that he receives it by tonight.
“Well this is convenient! I guess whoever sent this knows I’m crashing at your place,”
Nick said as he began tearing into the sealed envelope.
“Wait! Wait! Are you sure you want to do that?” Colin said.
“Why not?”
Colin glanced suspiciously at the package. “I dunno…what if there’s anthrax or
something in there?”
“I don’t think my life is as exciting as that. But here, why don’t you open it?”
“Fuck no.”
Nick laughed as he continued to open the envelope. “Has anyone told you that you have
an overactive imagination?”
“Dude, I’m not the one getting mysterious packages delivered to my best friend’s
house!” Colin said, taking a few steps back.
* Cantonese for “shit-eating bastard.”