"That's his assistant who uses it, but yeah, let me call him up," Trak looked to Twoey. "Could you get out the Holocast?"
Twoey nodded, fished through Trak's bag, and handed it to her.
"Thanks," Trak fiddled with the device, then dialed Sycamore's office, getting his secretary. "Yes, I'd like to speak with Professor Sycamore? This is Trak. Is he in?"
A translucent image of a woman wearing pinc-nez glasses appeared. "One moment, please, and I'll transfer you..."
(Who wants Sex God Sycamore?)