Insurance-in-a-box Novels & Stories

"we need to take a picture and let them know this is how we found it, hopefully, it's sealed or at least in some plastic that kept the rain out. Reaching down to pick the box up it started falling apart in her hands, not a good sign. Throwing my bags on the kitchen tablet Brooke handed me the package and I pulled the cardboard slip my phone was in, it was soaking wet. "Fucking idiot, I swear. I mean who do I even call the insurance company or the delivery service." Brooke shrugged, "I don't even know K." Walking to my room I sat on my bed as I called the insurance company letting them know what had happened. The girl had been nice and all but I would have to fill out damage on arrival claim

I keep my father's boxing gloves together with his trophies and souvenirs in the last open box. -The plane leaves in two hours, we have to go- my mother appears in my room, I nod, and with nothing more to say she leaves. I close the box and look at my now old room remembering some moments lived in this one. I take the box and a suitcase that is the last thing left and leave the house leaving it in the trunk. I get into the car and I see from the window the house and my mother talking to the real estate agent and give her the keys and then get into the car. She starts the car and I watch as we slowly drift away from the house until we disappear from my sight.

“Courier just said ‘for Madame Belsky’. Signature at the front. No invoice. No advertisement pamphlet. This isn’t a credit card pitch.” “Thank God.” I eyed the box, suspicious. “If it’s an insurance brochure, I’m throwing it back.” Salma smirked. “I’ll be downstairs if you need a witness in case it’s a human organ.” “You’re very optimistic,” I muttered. She left, the door closing softly behind her. Silence again. Only the air conditioner and the faint hum of boats in the harbor far outside. I turned my chair slightly, facing the box. It wasn’t large, about the size of a hardcover novel. Thick white cardboard, clean, logo-free. A black satin ribbon across the middle, the fold showing a tiny c

My body just seemed to seek out his warmth. “So,” I said, breaking the silence again, “if they’re not a gift… what are they?” He gave a small nod, as if he’d come to a decision. He picked up one of the chocolate boxes, the bigger one and handed it to me. “Insurance,” he said. I frowned. “Insurance for what?” “To make sure,” he replied, looking straight at me, no hesitation, “that you don’t accept anything from anyone else—because I can give you all of that myself.”

I drifted into the furnace. The flames passed through my spirit—no heat, only a tearing sensation that felt almost like release. All the illness, the suffocation, and the despair were gone in an instant. Half an hour later, Jamie came out holding a cheap white plastic box. It was still warm. "Charles is so light," he muttered. Mother said nothing. She was staring at her phone. A new message had just come in: [XX Insurance] Your claim has been received. An investigator will visit within three business days for verification.

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Currently, The Bridgerton Box is our number one seller, of course. Outfitter, Inc. It's a party in a box. I'm reciting Outfitter Inc.'s slogan in my head as I ride the elevator all the way down to warehouse level, obviously because I'm nervous. I can solve the most complicated of calculus problems. I've read all the classics from Moby Dick to Slaughterhouse Five. They rejected my application for Jeopardy because they said it wouldn't be fair. But I have no idea how to be around the opposite sex. Whatsoever.

"You've got to be serious!" "I am." He admitted. I opened the second box to find a third. Then I opened the third to find another smaller one inside. I threw the torn gift wrappers on his laughing face, and they all cracked up. Finally, I'd reached the sixth box which was the smallest. Inside was Louis Vuitton scarf that was perfectly folded to look like a flower. "It must be really expensive," I said. Ezra waved his hand. "Don't worry about it. I got it from the China Market at a really good bargain. The lady gave me fifty percent off."

I instructed the driver while removing the mask, revealing my face flushed with emotions. The Sticks mansion is in chaos when I reached home. The butler was reporting to Cane but when I arrived, he turned to me. “Boss, our shipment has been ransacked,” he reported. “It’s okay, as long as we have the box, we can easily recover minor losses,” I said confidently. I’ve already anticipated oppositions to my appointment that’s why I set up pre-cautions and insurances. And the box is my biggest insurance to date. “They took ‘the box’ and nothing else.”

"I just wanted water." "Then learn to fetch it without causing a scene," he snapped. He released my arm, pushing me back slightly. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, velvet box. He tossed it onto the counter. It slid across the marble and stopped in front of me. "Put it on," he ordered. I looked at the box, then at him. "What is it?" "Insurance," Rider said, checking his watch. "I have a meeting. Wear it. If you take it off, there will be consequences."