In addition, he hated those stupid dreams he’d been having for many years now, dreams revolving around two men named Wayne and James. Sterling didn’t recognize them. Not even when the dreams grew clearer with each passing year, and he was able to see their faces. He would always wake up with this weird aching in his heart. Unfortunately, he couldn’t research the men. He might know their full names, but way too many people in the world bore the same monikers, and Sterling couldn’t narrow them down.
The only time he didn’t think about Wayne and James was when he was preoccupied with one matter after another at the office. Work kept him sane. Granted, he could achieve the same result by exercising like a madman possessed in the gym at home, but he couldn’t do that for ten, twelve hours a day without collapsing from exhaustion. At least in the office, he had multiple businesses that required all of his attention, and he could concentrate on them. It was better than going crazy at home.