care about Duc. But I wouldnât back down. I hadnât backed down from a fight since I beat up Jorge at Camp Fox ten years earlier. I left the room without a word.
I went downstairs to the ATM and got $80, then bought a coffee with a twenty and took the change and put it in my pocket with the three remaining twenties. I summoned the girls to the conference room.
âHereâs your money,â I said when they arrived. âI wouldâve paid you if youâd asked. Iâm only giving you seventy-nine dollars. Iâm keeping one dollar. I want you to tell your boyfriend. If heâs unhappy with that, he can come here and talk to me about it.â
I walked out.
I felt like Iâd regained some power. But I couldnât stand the thought of Kylie and Eunice laughing with Duc about how quickly Iâd paid up. I went back to my desk and typed out an e-mail:
I donât know who you think you are, but donât ever send me threatening e-mails, especially to my work address. I didnât realize that I owed the girls money, and as soon as I found out I paid them. But because of the way you handled this, I kept $1 so you would know that I wasnât going to be pushed around. If you want the $1, you can come down here to get it.
Furious, I hit Send. In five minutes I got a reply:
Iâll be there at 4 p.m.
It was like I could see it all happening againâthe downward spiralâbut couldnât stop it. I was an adult, a businessman on the verge of his big break; I was also that bullied boy whoâd had enough. At 3:45 p.m. I went into an empty conference room and stared out the window. I didnât want to lose my job. And I was scared, trembling. But I had a trigger; Duc had pulled it.
I took the elevator down to the ground floor. I walked past the security desk and into the daylight and noise of Market Street. I put two quarters into a newspaper machine and pulled out a Chronicle and stood there pretending to read it. A corporate warrior on a coffee break. My heart pounded in my chest.
I felt him before I saw him. He was a muscular Asian in a black, puffy jacket, and by the time I saw him he was already in my face. His eyes were two inches from mine.
âGive me my fucking dollar,â he said.
I stepped back and put my hands up, placating. âWhoa, guy,â I said. âWhoa. Not here. We need to go somewhere we can talk.â
âGive me my fucking money,â he repeated, pushing into me. âYou should have just given them the money. Then you wouldnât have to deal with me.â
âIâm looking forward to dealing with you,â I growled. âCome with me.â
I turned heel and walked into the building. He followed. I walked up to the security desk and quickly wrote down the name Duc on the sign-in sheet. I nodded to the security guard and pointed to the furious gangster next to me as if to say, This gentleman is with me. I strode to the elevator and pushed the button.
âGive me my fucking money,â Duc said loudly. While I tried to shush him two other office workers came up behind us, waiting for the elevator. I kept my eyes trained on the doors, trying to will Duc not to make a scene. The doors opened. The four of us filed into the elevator. Duc and I stood closest to the door. I pushed 2.
Duc, losing it, turned toward me as the doors shut. âWhat the fuck?â he said.
I didnât even turn as I spat out, âNot nowâwait.â When the doors opened, I stepped out quickly, half expecting him to take a swing at me right there. He didnât.
I strode down the hall to the new ON24 offices. They were renovating the space, which was now gutted and empty. Duc followed. I took keys out of my pocket and opened the lock. We stepped through the door into a cavernous room, the skeleton of an office. Massive concrete columns military pressedthe ceiling. There were piles of lumber and drywall. The dirty windowpanes
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