You hang up the phone without even dignifying him an answer.

DeMarcus looks inquisitive as he types into his phone.

"Wrong number."

Just then, you get another call. This time from Vivek.

"Hello, Vlade, this is Vivek Ranadive, from the Sacramento Kings. Can you be at my castle around 6:30?"

"Sure. See you then."

You and DeMarcus go your separate ways.

6:30 comes around, and you approach Vivek's castle. You knock on the big, golden door, which in turn, opens itself. You see Vivek sitting at his desk filling out some paperwork.

"Hey, Vivek. How's it going?"

He ignores you, and continues filling out his paperwork.

"Nice place you've got here…" you uncomfortably quip.

He remains silent.

"Did I do something wrong?

"I give you 24 hours to do you job and what do you do?" he screams. "You get a haircut, you go to Burger King, where you try to start a fight. You go to a movie, you seemed to do everything but your job!"

"What are you talking about Vivek? I kept this ship afloat all day! Every single thing you listed was good for the team. You sounded happy on the phone earlier! What did I do wrong?"

"Sometimes it's not about what you do, it's about what you don't do! I had faith in you, Vlade! You were the chosen one! You lose! Good day, sir!"

Awestruck… you head toward the door, with your hands in your pockets. Suddenly, you feel something. It's the key to the team.

***

Keep it. He has it coming.

Return it. It's the right thing to do.