In Her Sleep

King M

"And now time for your favourite segment in business news. What's hot, new and totally trending." 
"This is your very informal and favourite host Chris."
"Today, as usual the business organism is alive and well with the biggest news hitting us just a few minutes ago."
"He is back! And we are all shocked at his unexpected return of course, but definitely happy because things are about to get very exciting! Well, except if you are his competitor or he has his eye on your business. But whatever the case, it still remains a very exciting day as we witness the return of one of my very favourite businessmen. He's as cunning as a serpent, gentle as a dove but most importantly he has the touch. That golden touch that makes everything he touches turn into pure solid gold. A real live king Midas of the business world ladies and gentlemen. King M for short."
"It doesn't matter what your business is about or how far under you are, all it takes is just one seemingly simple touch to get you flying high again." 

"It's been a few years and we have no idea why he left...yeah, he's private like that in case you are wondering. And we probably won't know why he is back but one thing I do know for sure  is...the business boat is about to be rocked and the only question you should be asking yourself is, will you remain standing or will you be swept away by the tide that is Caleb Young or is it Dr. Caleb Young now?" 

"This has been your informal host Chris, see you on the other side!"

….

"You were only another patient in the E.R. I only wanted to save your life. It was my duty, my passion. But then…then I took your hand and everything changed, now I want it. All of it. I want you Layla."

"I want it all." Caleb stares out in the distance quietly. Feeling like he is back right where he started even though it's been so long since he has been on this spot. 
The view of Young towers seems to have not changed one bit over the past years. The skies are still populated with tall greying buildings whose walls seem not to have seen a new coat of paint for too long. The early morning air is still foggy as always and the population down below is still carrying on like tiny ants belonging to a single colony. 
Everything feels just like yesterday, with all that is going on in his life.

He sighs. Hands in both pockets, his suit jacket discarded on his seat, he is standing by his office's large window staring out into nothingness.
"I miss you so damn much baby."
Photos and memories are not enough for him. Not even replaying their many conversations seems to be helping. He wants her right here. To gaze on her beautiful face and behold that beautiful smile of hers. He wants to hold her and tell her everything is ok.

"I can imagine the surprise the office must have had the moment you walked in." Darren comes and stands next to him, a smile tugging on his lips.

"I still don't get why you never moved in." He turns to look at Darren. A welcome distraction from his tormenting thoughts of Layla.
"You are the president after all." Caleb quirks an eyebrow at his friend. 

"Was president." Darren lets out a sigh. 
"I'm glad to hand back those reigns and save myself some sanity. And I never did move in because I always hoped to see you standing right here." Darren turns fully to him.
"It's great to have you back man." Darren pats him on his back and he manages a grin.

"Yeah... Did it work?" Caleb asks, not wasting any more time. His eyes land on a familiar building in the distance. 
He would have loved his return to be a quiet affair but he couldn't resist rattling one particular nest and getting his plan in motion.

"Like a charm." Darren smirks.

Caleb turns to Darren and smirks too.
"So predictable."

"Turns out the speed in his lane just got increased."
Darren says as the huge screen T.V hanging on the wall comes on.