His secretary walks in to tell him Michelle wants a private word. He gets up and leaves me in the Oval Office alone.
I twiddle on my phone pretending to have texts to send before I look aimlessly around this weirdly shaped room.
I notice on the desk an opened letter but it's facing the wrong way so I tilt my head in an unnatural way to get a peek. It's from Dave - he's moaning about Cleggy. Who knew Dave was such a Regina George?
But just when he gets to his whinge about Georgie Osborne the text cuts off at the bottom of the page.
The good stuff's on the other side...
I pick it up.
A dozen agent Smiths storm in and jump on my back.
"I'm arresting you for trespass to goods."
It would have been fine if I had just read it without picking it up, apparently.
So read any unguarded confidential letters you want. Just don't pick them up.
Media law is the best.
© 2013 Tomo