The sphere was beautiful, the floral pattern was enticing and shimmering. Yet still Jon just studied it. With a brief exhale he whiped his right hand upwards and the space between his fingers began to distort and shimmer for a second.
There was a fluid yet disjointed movement in is fingers and the orb shook. But then it stopped.
The golden sphere simply sat still after its brief shake.
‘I am sorry Mr Curnow, Sir, what have I done?’
‘Nothing Eli, it’s my own problems right now’
‘Ah’ it was with that Eli Green kept quiet knowing that he should stay completely silent when Jon Curnow was annoyed with himself.