Professor of psychology, Brian Naisbitt, gestured to the table in his office. “Please have a seat, Ms Anje.” She obeyed, as they always did. “What do you want me to do, Doctor?” On the table was a sealed glass box with a layer of dust across the bottom. “In that box, there is a piece of paper with something written on it. Please read it to me.” She gave him a very strange look. “But it’s covered with that …” “It’s just dust. From my bookshelves.” The office had plenty of those.
