Out Of Position.

The " front doors " were always left, open. " The Skeleton Key " was there to ensure, this. He, knew he had a gift. And, was prepared to use it. To, produce the advantage every man aspired to have. But, he was careful not to " blow them off " as some might do. They, were too readily left " high and dry " due to one of their acquisitions taking a shine to their commitment ! To a cause. And, probably applause. The rest of the " pack, " including the odd " Joker " or two, recognizing fundamental power shifts. Within, the " Politik " of connection, as termed partnership by a selected group. The " needs and the bleeds " leaving none in any doubt the serious nature of  " The Business " !
The " Head Hunters " knew the quarry, and what could arise, in a hurry. To be there, in the heat of negotiation, when a less-than-relaxed " admirer of fashion " returned to the " nest " could cause alarm. If, not bells to go off ! The colour of the night not always required to be that, of passion. Of, the wrong type. When, hell could break loose as one " Player " threw his hand in. To give concerns to another. Caught unawares, by Natural Selection " ! The competitive edge of industry always present to make one realize worth, before or after the facts, of the case, were revealed. He, identified with them, but, had to maintain his integrity. Within, " The Market " ! Options, limited, if the worse scenario reared up to give definitions to fragility of life. He, knew, all too well, the positives of the " Escape Plan " ! He did value himself. As hopefully, they did.
He, had only been exposed to a couple of " scrapes " in his time. Showing his dexterity at avoiding threat, to life, and limb. In his way he had discovered secrets of " The Dark." Knowing all too well, what knowledge, and his " gift " could do. To assist in delivering survival chances, time and time again. The sanctuary of confidence derived from secured pleasure leaving him in better positions than most would ever enjoy. If, you had it, he reflected, you had to use it. And, live to see " another day " when the return to the market-place could bring an " ample " supply of stories. For, the bar. Where, to the sky was lifted the glass, to pay adequate respect to those who had gone before, The Beast. And, the feast. The culture, and perceived wisdoms, within it, leaving no one in any doubt about what " fun " could be had. To, bring a smile. Rather than anything else. to the " kitchen "  movements, producing " culinary " expertise. Far above, food for thought.
Within himself, he had found, " home " ! And, realized where to lay his hat. As well as how to remove it. When manners dictated so. In the " heady " mix of deals, and steals, attached to " sales, of the fucking century. " He was grateful to be a part of something special. In an era when a lot went on. And, a lot came off. To show what a generation could achieve. If, minds were set in motion, in the right way. To take " trophies " as regards continued successful improvement ratings. In, the eyes of the ultimate examiners. Wanting displays of " Perfection " or as close to it as possible. To " fly the flag " for the current thinking, and methods, away from historical variations.
The truth of the matter, was he relished his " advances " into territory others were more fearful of. And, his definition of " Footloose " and fancy-free. Leaving him the " Object Of Romance " within the corporate mission statements. He, felt humble ! At, what he could do. For, the benefit of others. Wherever they may be. At, that point in their lives. He, realized nothing lasts forever though. One day, he reflected, he would be caught in an embarrassing   " location " and the end would be nigh. Found wanting " with his trousers down " he would be trapped. With nowhere to run. And, die horribly.

See, " Lauren Canyon " ! For, no other reason, than, it is an interesting " piece of work. "