“I wouldn’t recommend that.” I lean back in the chair. “I came to chat. That’s all.”
“What do you want?” He sizes me up, then moves closer.
“I want you to forget about Milene,” I say. “You don’t talk to her. You don’t even look at her. When she comes into a room, you turn around and leave.”
“What if I decline?” He takes another step in my direction.
Randy’s a big guy, a little shorter than me, but with at least fifty additional pounds. His bulk, however, comes mainly from the extra weight he’s packing around his middle. He looks smug, like he’s sure he can take me on. Drawing conclusions that aren’t well-founded can get you killed. Most people fail to take that into account.
I see the precise moment he decides to lunge at me. Before he has a chance to do so, I get up, grab the chair,
