I breeze into the Starbucks across the street from Lee’s temporary office, order a latte, and shrug off the heat and grime of Bangkok. I’ve been all over town and back to the hotel three times this morning, and yet, I always get lost in this city. After lunch near Siam Square, I actually stopped and laughed at myself for getting turned around and walking in circles.
I had to commit Lee’s office location to memory so I could find it each day, and staring up at the glass behemoth, I sip on my coffee and wonder where he is in there, what he’s doing, and what number meeting he’s on for the day. Glancing at my phone, he’s an hour from quitting time, so probably meeting number fifteen or sixteen. Some days he can’t even break for lunch.