Arlene's POV
Mr. Warner sets an intricate cube in front of me. The surface gleams black with elaborate golden triangular patterns etched across every face. Even at first glance, I can trace the delicate seams where the mechanism will separate. The artistry is breathtaking.
"This is a puzzle box. Let's see what you can do with it," he says, settling back in his chair.
I shoot him a skeptical look. "Rockford could crack this thing in his sleep."
"Indulge me, Arlene." His sigh carries resignation as he pulls out his phone. "I'll clock your time, then give the boy a shot at it."
My fingers wrap around the smooth surface, rotating it slowly to study the mechanics. When I finish my examination, I catch his eye and he taps his screen. Two precise button presses later, the box whirs open with satisfying clicks. The sections pull apart to reveal a crystal frame holding a photograph of the twins.
"Oh my god, this is perfect. I absolutely love it. Thank you so much."
