The Box Paradox | ✅

Chapter 5

Once Micaela had had the most fantastic breakfast of gooey eggs, ham, salty bacon, sizzling sausages, mushrooms, moist grilled tomatoes and the most wonderful homemade bread, she bounded up the stairs to her father's office. No response came to the knock on the door. Her heart instantly snapped in two and she sadly retreated slowly to her room.

She found herself grabbing the new iPhone off the table—which the PA had placed for her. It was slim, sleek and shiny, cool to the touch, and felt good in her hands. She switched it on, and attempted the hour-long process in setting it up.

It might have taken me and you an hour, but with Micaela she had it done within five minutes. This little girl was a pro at setting up iPhones, mainly because she got one every week. The amount of shattered glass and metal on the floor of her bedroom was getting increasingly bigger.

Just as she was downloading the limited edition of Flappy Birds, there was a slight knocking. Micaela frowned, wondering if the PA had done something terribly wrong, like accidently glue his hand to the table (this actually happened. He had been gluing a wooden frame of the shelves back together when his hand had made contact with the table for a while and he didn't realise it was stuck until he struggled in vain to free it. Micaela was surprised her father hadn't fired him). But anyway, if the PA had glued his hand to the table again, how could he have lugged the massive thing all the way up the stairs with only one arm?

With all these thoughts racing around in her head, Micaela reached the door, opened it and ended up staring into an empty corridor. There was no one about. Not even an angry PA with a table glued to his poor hand.

Micaela, confused, returned to the bedroom, closing the door shut behind her. There was the knocking again. It was quiet, the same sort of quiet when someone knocks on your door if they thought you were asleep. Micaela knew it wasn't the door this time because she was standing right next to it. Then, her eyes drifted to the towering box in the centre of the room.

The box. The knocking was coming from the box.