Wallace’s brows were knitted as he paced in front of Vaughn’s desk in his office. He glanced at the CEO who was slumped in his swivel chair, sleeping. Vaughn’s right hand was loosely resting on the table, near the laptop.
The ghost knew that the head of the company barely had a shut eye because of him. He was aware that Vaughn was afraid to sleep, thinking that he might take over his body. Wallace did try out of curiosity, without ill intention. But just like the first time when he wanted to go back to his own body, he could not attach his spirit into it.
Now, he wondered if he could try this again using Vaughn’s body. He jumped up and down, blew his breath and shook his head. He tapped his cheeks with his hands and took another deep breath.
“Let’s do this,” he uttered, crossing the des
