So when these three goons came into his office, I sort of missed the pre­am­ble. But there was some­thing about the tone of their voices. It even­tu­ally got my atten­tion, and pulled me in mid script back into the office. It was some weird cadence or vibra­tion that set my teeth on edge.

Now my inter­est was peaked. I jock­eyed for a bet­ter posi­tion as qui­etly as I could and found one. I used the win­dow behind my boss as a mir­ror. Clooney leaned for­ward over his desk and looked at some­thing glow­ing inside the case.

I could now see him and the back of this thing directly. It was shaped like a pic­ture frame, the back was alu­minum and right in the cen­ter was a sigul or sign of some sort. At first I thought it was some sort of com­pany logo, but then it flared and went all orangey and demonic on me. It burned my eyes to look at it, and left an imprint on my retina. It moved and swirled. I can still see it when I close my eyes.

Obliv­i­ous, Clooney touched the front of the iTome. A slight smile on his face, as he moved his fin­gers across its slick sur­face. He pinched, he tapped and he swiped like a kid Christ­mas morn­ing open­ing gifts.

He pushed away from his desk and stood. I think he intended to take the iTome down­stairs to legal. What hap­pened next, hap­pened so fast; it was really just a blur to me.

Well, blind or not he remem­bered where I was, and threw that damned iTome directly at me.