Ffirst Mail, and Ffirst Travel

It had only been a month, and Ffirst Airmail was much, much busier than Arkadius had expected. He'd been flying around the city and wearing himself thin nearly every single day of every week, outside of what was becoming his significantly part-time job of being an adventurer. His expectation of being full-time adventurer and part-time Postmaster was... well, apparently wrong. He'd even received a complaint from the staff he hired for the office, that they were swamped with customers throughout their shifts while the office was open. Something would have to change.

In the postal storage room (which since opening had also been doubling as an office and a bedroom), Arkadius sat at his desk, scribbling away on parchment. "What are your strengths and weaknesses? No, that's such a boring question... Where do you see yourself in the future? Well, dead might be one option at the moment, given current affairs... heh, nope, let's not ask that either. How about...
This continued for several hours, and lasted well into the night and into early morning. He'd already sent out job adverts himself with every letter in the last week, Ffirst Airmail has safe employment opportunities for you! There is one position open for a Postal Consultant (duties involve manning sales desk, selling postage and accepting mail from customers, as well as sorting mail in the office ready for delivery) , and three positions open for Postal Delivery Agents (duties involve delivering mail, and for this reason must be winged or able to fly through natural or unnatural means). If interested, please write a letter of application and make arrangements for this to be delivered to our office."

Some inspiring, intelligent candidates had elected to try and post their letter of application to the office... by going to the office. Arkadius had quietly shuffled those applications into the "maybe" pile, sure they showed inspiration, loyalty, and in some ways ingenuity, but... intelligence was also important in this work. People wanted their mail to arrive to the right location at the right time. Arkadius asked some candidates to come in, and proceeded through interviews. His staff of two quickly grew to six, including three additional Delivery Agents, so he didn't need to wear himself out by flying the whole width and breadth of the city anymore, single-handedly delivering all the mail.

Next problem: Space. It was clear to see that more space was required, for an office, personal quarters, and for a sorting and storage room. He'd have to make arrangements with his landlord for this to take place. It would cost too, maybe even require relocation. As it turns out, relocation was not necessary. The property was build for this in mind, and was... modular? Arkadius hadn't heard this word before. Over the space of a weekend, once he'd paid the landlord for the arrangements to take place, the building was expanded. The lobby/store area was expanded, making space for three sales desks instead of the one that was there previously, and there were now several rooms in the back. One for an office, one for a storage and sorting room, and one for personal quarters, next door to the office. Problem solved.

"Okay. Phew. Possible chaos averted. Now I just gotta hope that business continues being... well, good."