Later that afternoon, I called Derek and arranged to meet. When we sat down at the café, I could tell he was on edge, but still trying to maintain his bravado.

“You really doing this to me, Virge?” he started, but I cut him off.

“This isn’t about you losing your job. It’s about understanding why you’re in this position. Last night wasn’t just about some toys. It was about respect and understanding. You want to be the tough guy? Fine. But real strength is knowing when to be gentle.”

He looked away, jaw clenched. “And what if I don’t want to change?”