The Sinclair Protocol – My Delivery Girl is a Private Military Queen
By Lea von Löwenstein
Chapter 1: Hidden Queen
Part 1: Morning Rituals
Sinclair Global Underground Command Center
“Your father’s on line one, Ms. Sinclair,” James Sterling’s voice carried through the secure line. “And the Tokyo markets are responding to our overnight position.”
Liv adjusted her simple delivery uniform, checking that her father’s $50 million watch was properly concealed under the sleeve. “Put him through, James. And show me the numbers.”
“Darling,” Raj Sinclair’s warm voice filled the command center. “Ready for another day of playing delivery girl?”
“Of course, Papa. Marcus still thinks I’m bringing him his morning coffee and reports.”
“Ah yes, your fiancé,” her father chuckled. “The self-made miracle of London finance. If he only knew who really engineered his success…”
“Tomorrow,” Liv smiled, checking her deliberately cheap makeup in a mirror. “At the wedding, he’ll finally learn everything.”
“The board is excited,” James cut in. “Five years of hiding your brilliance ends tomorrow.”
“Speaking of brilliance,” Raj added, “your move in Tokyo just earned us another billion. Not bad for a morning’s work.”
“Just a simple delivery girl doing her job, Papa,” Liv laughed. “Now, I should go. Marcus gets grumpy if his reports are late.”
“Of course, darling. Oh, and Liv? That merger you orchestrated for him? The paperwork just cleared.”
“Perfect timing,” she picked up her delivery bag. “Everything’s falling into place for tomorrow’s revelation.”
“Ms. Sinclair,” James hesitated. “Sophia Montgomery was seen entering Thorne Tower earlier…”
“Probably about the merger celebration tonight,” Liv shrugged. “She’s been trying to get her claws into our market share for months.”
“Ms. Sinclair,” James Sterling’s voice cut through her morning routine. “We have a critical situation in South Africa.”
Liv paused, her delivery uniform half-buttoned. “Talk to me, James.”
“Three coordinated financial attacks on our military assets. Someone’s trying to force a security breach at our bases.”
“On my wedding week?” Liv’s voice carried deadly amusement. “How inconvenient. Put Papa on the line.”
“Already here, darling,” Raj Sinclair’s voice filled the command center. “Someone knows about our military division.”
“But that’s impossible,” James interjected. “Only the inner circle knows-“
“And Marcus thinks we’re just another finance company,” Liv finished, her mind racing. “Emma, are you there?”
“Here, cousin,” Emma Harrison’s voice joined in. “You should know – Sophia Montgomery’s car just entered Thorne Tower’s parking.”
“At 7:30 in the morning?” Liv’s laugh held no warmth. “How… dedicated of her. James, show me the attack pattern.”
“Displaying now. It’s… sophisticated. Military precision.”
“Almost like someone’s been studying us,” Liv mused. “Papa, remember that little backdoor we installed in Marcus’s systems?”
“The one he thinks is his secret advantage?” Raj chuckled. “Of course.”
“Good. Because I think it’s time to see exactly what my darling fiancé is up to. James, activate Protocol Shield. No one touches our bases.”
“And your morning delivery run?” Emma asked carefully.
“Oh, I wouldn’t miss that for the world,” Liv smiled, checking her concealed watch. “After all, what kind of fiancée would I be if I didn’t bring Marcus his morning coffee?”
“Let me just handle this little situation first,” Liv’s fingers flew across her keyboard. “James, route me through our Cape Town servers.”
“Already done, Ms. Sinclair. But the encryption they’re using…”
“Is military grade,” she finished, smiling. “Or rather, a poor copy of it. Emma, seeing this?”
“Crystal clear, cousin,” Emma’s voice held admiration. “Van der Merwe cartel’s digital fingerprints all over it.”
“Amateurs,” Liv muttered, her delivery uniform forgotten for a moment. “Using stolen military protocols to attack a financial company? How… uninformed of them.”
“They’ve breached the third firewall,” James reported tensely.
“Have they now?” Liv’s laugh was soft. “Papa, remember that little trick we used in Jakarta?”
“The mirror maze?” Raj chuckled. “Oh, darling, you are wicked.”
Her fingers danced across the keyboard. “And… there. Welcome to your worst digital nightmare, gentlemen.”
“What did you just do?” James asked.
“Redirected their attack back into their own systems,” Liv stretched, reaching for her delivery uniform again. “They’re currently very busy watching their own offshore accounts empty into… well, let’s just say some very interesting charitable foundations.”
“The entire cartel?” Emma whistled. “In under five minutes?”
“A girl needs her morning exercise,” Liv winked. “Now, about that coffee run to Marcus…”
“Ms. Sinclair,” James hesitated. “About Sophia Montgomery’s early visit…”
“Yes,” Liv’s voice turned thoughtful. “Perhaps it’s time to see what my darling fiancé is up to this morning.”
“Ma’am,” David Chen’s voice cut through the command center. “The cartel’s launching a physical retaliation. Three armed teams heading for our Cape Town facility.”
“How predictable,” Liv sighed, adjusting her delivery girl name tag. “Emma, patch me through to Base Commander Phillips.”
“Channel secure,” Emma confirmed.
“Commander Phillips,” Liv’s voice shifted to pure authority. “You have incoming. Permission to demonstrate our… hospitality.”
“With pleasure, ma’am,” Phillips’ South African accent crackled through. “Any particular message you’d like delivered?”
“Just make sure they understand the foolishness of their choices. Quietly.”
“The new sonic defense system?” Phillips suggested.
“Perfect. No visible damage, maximum discomfort. I want them crawling back to their bosses with very… interesting stories.”
“Ma’am,” James cut in, “you should see this market data. Someone’s trying to capitalize on the cartel’s attack.”
“Trace it,” Liv commanded, watching numbers flow across her screen.
“It’s… coming from Thorne Tower,” Emma’s voice held concern. “Third floor trading desk.”
“Marcus’s personal trading floor,” Liv mused. “The one he thinks I know nothing about. How fascinating.”
“Liv,” Raj’s voice carried warning. “Perhaps it’s time to-“
“No, Papa. Let’s see how deep this rabbit hole goes. James, maintain surveillance. Emma, get me everything on Sophia Montgomery’s recent movements. I have a coffee delivery to make.”
“The cartel’s teams just reached our perimeter,” David reported.
“Good,” Liv smiled, picking up her delivery bag. “Commander Phillips? Make it memorable.”
Through the secure feed, they heard the high-pitched whine of the sonic defense system activating, followed by distant screams.
“Now then,” Liv straightened her uniform. “Let’s see what my darling fiancé is up to this morning.”
“Emergency board meeting in progress,” Richard Drake’s voice cut through the command center. “They’re demanding explanations about South Africa.”
“Patch me in,” Liv sighed, settling back at her console. “But maintain my voice modulation. They still think I’m in Tokyo.”
“Ms. Sinclair,” a board member’s panicked voice filled the room. “These military assets… we weren’t aware-“
“Of course you weren’t, Mr. Patterson,” Liv’s digitally altered voice carried authority. “That’s rather the point of black operations.”
“But the risk-“
“Has been managed,” she cut in. “As evidenced by this morning’s little… incident.”
“The cartel’s forces have fully retreated,” Commander Phillips reported through the secure line. “Rather embarrassing display, if I might say.”
“The board needs assurance,” Richard Drake added carefully.
“Very well,” Liv’s fingers danced across her keyboard. “Check your secure tablets, ladies and gentlemen. You’ll find our military division’s complete financial structure. As you can see, it’s our most profitable sector.”
“These numbers…” another board member gasped. “This is unprecedented.”
“And completely deniable,” Liv smiled. “Now, shall we discuss actual business, or do you need more reassurance about my methods?”
“Ms. Sinclair,” James cut in urgently. “Sophia Montgomery just left Marcus’s office. She’s… smiling.”
Liv’s eyes narrowed. “Board meeting adjourned, ladies and gentlemen. James, track her. Emma, get me those surveillance feeds from Marcus’s office. Now.”
Part 2: The Price of Arrogance
“You know what irritates me most about this morning, James?” Liv’s fingers hovered over her keyboard. “The sheer audacity.”
“The cartel’s attack, Ms. Sinclair?”
“Mmm. Papa, remember that little algorithm we developed for the Jakarta incident?”
“The one that made three criminal empires disappear by breakfast?” Raj chuckled. “My favorite creation.”
“Watch this,” Liv smiled, typing rapidly. “Emma, patch me through to their command center. I want them to hear this.”
“Channel open, cousin. They’re… quite agitated.”
“Gentlemen,” Liv’s voice carried deadly amusement. “I trust Commander Phillips’ welcome party was illuminating?”
“Who is this?” a heavily accented voice demanded.
“Just a simple delivery girl, handling her morning errands. Speaking of deliveries… check your accounts.”
“What are you- NO! The systems!”
“Fascinating, isn’t it?” Liv continued typing. “How quickly an empire can crumble. Your weapons contracts? Cancelled. Properties? Seized. Bank accounts? Well…”
“This is impossible!” another voice shouted. “You can’t-“
“Oh, but I can. And am. And… done.” Liv stretched. “James, status?”
“Their entire infrastructure… it’s just… gone. Digital footprint erased, assets transferred, operations exposed to authorities.”
“All before my morning coffee run,” Liv stood, smoothing her delivery uniform. “Consider this a lesson in manners, gentlemen. Next time, do proper research before attacking someone’s assets.”
“The local authorities are moving in,” Emma reported. “Cartel leadership being arrested across three countries.”
“Perfect timing,” Liv picked up her delivery bag. “Now, about that interesting meeting in Marcus’s office…”
“OK guys… Time to go…” Liv whispered, checking her simple delivery uniform one last time.
“Are you sure about this?” Emma’s voice carried concern. “After what we just saw in Marcus’s office feed-“
“A delivery girl never misses her morning run,” Liv’s smile was sharp. “James, status of our little cartel problem?”
“Completely neutralized, Ms. Sinclair. Authorities are finding rather interesting evidence in their compounds.”
“Good. Papa?”
“Yes, darling?” Raj’s voice was gentle.
“If I don’t call in thirty minutes…”
“I remember Jakarta,” he answered softly. “Go show them why we ruled empires, little one.”
“The car’s ready,” David Chen reported. “Standard delivery vehicle, as usual.”
“Perfect,” Liv adjusted her deliberately cheap watch. “Emma, keep monitoring Marcus’s office. James, maintain the facade with the board. Papa…”
“I know, darling. Be careful. Some betrayals cut deeper than financial wounds.”
“They do indeed,” Liv picked up her delivery bag, complete with Marcus’s morning coffee and those oh-so-important reports. “Time to deliver some… revelations.”
Monday, 08:00, Thorne Tower Lobby
“Morning, Miss Liv!” the security guard beamed. “Early as always with Mr. Thorne’s coffee.”
“Can’t let the boss start his day without caffeine, can I, George?” Liv smiled, playing her role perfectly.
The elevator ride to the 50th floor gave her a moment to compose herself. Five years of playing the simple delivery girl, building Marcus’s empire from the shadows, all leading to tomorrow’s wedding revelation.
“Oh, Liv!” Marcus’s secretary looked flustered. “I… um… Mr. Thorne is in a meeting.”
“With Miss Montgomery?” Liv’s voice stayed carefully light. “No worry, Sarah. I’ll just pop in quickly with his coffee. You know how grumpy he gets without it.”
“But he specifically said-“
“It’ll only take a second,” Liv moved toward the office door, hearing laughter from inside.
“The look on her face tomorrow,” Sophia’s voice carried through. “When you leave her at the altar…”
“Priceless,” Marcus’s reply was smug. “Five years of playing along with her simple little dreams. Finally paying off.”
Liv’s hand froze on the door handle, her other hand still holding the coffee she’d personally made for him every morning for five years.
“The press will love it,” Sophia continued. “The social climbing delivery girl, abandoned for a real heiress.”
“If she only knew,” Marcus laughed, “how embarrassing it’s been, pretending she was enough for someone like me.”
Liv placed the coffee precisely on Marcus’s desk, her movements measured and calm. “So, about our wedding rehearsal this afternoon…”
“Liv!” Marcus startled, while Sophia’s smug smile faltered slightly. “We were just-“
“Discussing the altar?” Liv settled into his chair, crossing her legs. “The press coverage? My ‘simple little dreams’?”
“You… you heard?” Sophia’s confidence wavered.
“Every word.” Liv picked up the coffee cup again, studying it. “Five years of bringing you coffee, Marcus. Always three sugars, touch of cream. Even when you couldn’t afford premium beans.”
“Listen, darling, I can explain-“
“Can you?” Her voice remained eerily calm. “Explain how embarrassing it’s been? Having a delivery girl for a fiancée?”
“You have to understand,” Marcus shifted into damage control mode. “Someone in my position-“
“Your position?” Liv’s laugh was soft. “Tell me, Marcus, how did you achieve this… position?”
“Through hard work and brilliant strategy,” Sophia interjected. “Unlike some people who deliver coffee for a living.”
Part 3: Breaking Point
“Oh darling,” Marcus’s tone turned condescending. “Did you really think someone like you could ever be enough?”
Liv sat perfectly still in his chair, her delivery uniform suddenly feeling like armor.
“I mean,” Sophia laughed, perching on Marcus’s desk, “a delivery girl? Playing at being corporate wife? It’s actually pathetic.”
“Five years,” Marcus shook his head, smirking. “Five years of watching you try so hard. The little courses you took, the way you’d pretend to understand business…”
“Remember that investor meeting?” Sophia touched Marcus’s arm. “When she tried to contribute and everyone just stared?”
“God, that was embarrassing,” Marcus loosened his tie. “But necessary. Had to keep the act up until the Tokyo merger closed.”
“At least you won’t have to pretend anymore,” Sophia’s smile was vicious. “No more playing down to her level. No more hiding your true potential.”
“True potential?” Liv’s voice was soft.
“Look at you,” Marcus gestured dismissively. “Cheap uniform, discount watch, bringing me coffee every morning like a good little girl. Did you actually believe you belonged in my world?”
“The press will love it,” Sophia added. “The social climbing delivery girl, finally put in her place. We’re doing you a favor, really.”
“A favor?” Liv checked her watch again.
“Showing you reality,” Marcus leaned forward. “Now, about that wedding tomorrow… don’t bother showing up.”
Each word hit like physical blows as Liv stood there, her delivery uniform – once her armor of deception – now feeling like chains. Five years of love, of building dreams, of carefully crafted plans, crumbling under their laughter.
“Oh, look at her face,” Sophia’s voice dripped with mockery. “Did you actually believe he loved you?”
Something broke inside Liv’s chest. Not the CEO of Sinclair Global, not the financial genius – just a woman facing betrayal.
“Every morning,” her voice trembled despite herself. “Every single morning for five years…”
“Bringing coffee like a good little servant,” Marcus laughed. “God, it was almost too easy. The way you’d light up when I praised you…”
“The way she’d try to dress up for events,” Sophia added, circling Liv like a shark. “As if a delivery uniform could ever be scrubbed off.”
Liv’s hands shook slightly, the cheap watch on her wrist suddenly feeling like it weighed tons. Five years of mornings, of kisses, of shared dreams…
“Remember when she tried to give business advice?” Marcus stood, straightening his tie. “The board couldn’t stop laughing afterward.”
A tear escaped before she could stop it. One single betrayal of emotion.
“Oh look, she’s crying,” Sophia’s voice held vicious glee. “Finally realizing your place in the world, darling?”
“I…” Liv’s voice cracked, years of careful control slipping. “I loved you…”
“And that,” Marcus moved close, his cologne – the one she’d bought him – suffocating, “was your biggest mistake. Love is for little people, Liv. People like you.”
The phones kept ringing, ignored by all. In that moment, Liv felt every second of her carefully constructed facade cracking, her heart shattering in her chest.
“Tomorrow I will marry,” Marcus’s voice dripped with disdain, “someone worthy of my position. Not a lowly delivery girl like you.”
The words sliced through five years of careful deception, hitting Liv where it hurt most. Her hands trembled slightly, the $50 million watch beneath her sleeve suddenly feeling like a shackle to her true identity.
“Did you really think,” Sophia circled her like a predator, “that someone like him would actually marry someone like you? When he could have me? Old money, proper breeding…”
A tear escaped before Liv could stop it. Not for the loss of Marcus – but for the death of a five-year performance she’d perfected.
“Look at her,” Marcus laughed. “Standing there in her cheap uniform, probably calculating how many deliveries she’ll need to make to pay for the wedding deposits she’s losing.”
“I…” Liv’s voice cracked, years of Harvard and Oxford training warring with raw emotion. “I gave you everything…”
“Everything?” Sophia snorted. “What could a delivery girl possibly give? Besides coffee and misplaced dreams?”
The phones kept ringing, ignored by all. In that moment, Liv felt her carefully constructed facade cracking. Not because of their mockery – but because she realized how completely she’d fooled herself into loving this man.
Then her “cheap” watch beeped once. 8:04 AM. Tokyo markets opening.
“Security,” Marcus pressed the intercom, his voice dripping with disdain. “Please escort our… delivery girl out. And revoke her access. Permanently.”
The word ‘permanently’ echoed in Liv’s chest like a death knell. Five years of mornings, of shared dreams, of carefully orchestrated success – all ending with a security call.
“I’ll take her badge,” Sophia stepped forward, manicured fingers reaching for Liv’s delivery ID. “You won’t be needing this anymore, darling. Perhaps try the coffee shop down the street? They might be hiring.”
Liv’s fingers trembled as she unpinned the badge she’d worn for five years. The same badge that had given her access to build Marcus’s empire from the shadows. Her heart cracked with each second.
“I trusted you,” her voice barely a whisper, genuine pain bleeding through years of careful control.
“That’s what makes you so… common,” Marcus straightened his Savile Row suit – the one she’d helped him afford. “Trust is for little people, Liv. People like you.”
Two security guards appeared at the door. Men she’d personally vetted for Marcus’s safety, now here to remove her.
“Miss, please come with us,” the taller guard avoided her eyes, embarrassed.
“Look at me,” Liv pleaded with Marcus, one last time. “Five years…”
“Five years of pretending you were more than a delivery girl,” he turned his back. “Sophia, darling, shall we discuss the wedding announcement?”
As the guards led her toward the elevator, Liv heard their laughter. Her carefully constructed world crumbled with each step, tears finally falling freely.
The last thing she saw before the elevator doors closed was Sophia in Marcus’s arms, in the office she’d secretly paid for, planning the wedding that was supposed to be hers.
