Trojan horse?

Once I got back to the hotel last night, I found a large, gift-wrapped
parcel. It is actually rather incovenient, so I am taking it to the
office today, minimising the time I will have to carry a suitcase and
a large parcel... It could be a modest gift or something appropriate
to recognise around 100 nights in their hotel this year. Or it could
be a Trojan horse.
Whatever it is, another day has dawned. This is the Metropolitan Line
from Baker Street to Liverpool Street.

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