Lek emailed. He’d been fired from his job. The same thing happened last year. I knew why. I didn’t tell him. There was no useful purpose.
I’d met Lek years ago. We’d become friends. Over time, of course, I saw his faults. Some I could mention, some I could not.
Lek had an arrogance, a sense of himself far above reality. He was very much a success in his own mind. But in the minds of others, he was first choice to be replaced; which he was.
That meant he had to go back to his home country.
He had loved being here, for his salary, paid in U.S. dollars, made him a millionaire. And he felt so good so powerful.
He’d go out dancing, often, thinking himself so talented.
Now, he was being sent home to take up a lesser position.