He is burning the candle at both ends.
As the wax melts, he feels the heat approaching his hand.
This was the bet he made: He can work and party and still be the best. In fact, he can literally hold a burning candle at both ends. No sweat, he told everyone. Business success demands strength, ruthless ambition. The weak can take a hike. His drunken friends cheer.
They’re chanting his name. Because he’s got this.
His nostrils flare, constrict. Perspiration contradicts. The flames flicker, closer still.
As his skin begins to singe, he forces a grin.
He is going places.