“I told you that if you shouted at a client again, you’d be fired. You remember that, right?” I glared at Derrick Choi, a regular driver who’d been having a little trouble the last few months being on time and controlling his temper.
Derrick ran a hand through his shoulder length black hair. “You did, Adrian, and I’m truly sorry. In my defense, I did try to call you, but it went to voicemail, and the office line was busy. Aside from that, though, I was out of line, and I know what you said, but I’m asking—no, I’m begging you, please, don’t let me go. I really need this job. I’ve got my brother Joey counting on me.”
I took a moment to check my cellphone and indeed, there were two missed calls from him. It had been a crazy day, for a Saturday. I sat back in my chair and studied Derrick car
