CAYDEN’S RETURN

NEW YORK CITY

That morning at the office, I got invited to my boss’ office; guess he wanted to praise me for a job well done.

knock knock, I knocked on the door to his office and walked in. “Good day sir,” I greeted my boss who seemed to be working on his desktop, humbly.

“Mr. Cayden,” he called out, still fixated on what he was doing.

“Yes sir.”

“Please sit,” he beckoned me to sit down and I did.

“You sent for me sir,” I said, making him suspend what he was doing and focused on me.

“I did.” He immediately stretched forth his hand, asking for...