I accidently broke my MD

Because I dunked on his short ass during our Wednesday morning pickup basketball game. Normally this wouldn't be much of an issue, right? I mean, most of the MDs who are actually on deal teams would never be caught dead at our 7:00AM basketball game because they live out in Jersey to begin with and have to give their wives a ride to the handsome latino personal trainer's house in the mornings.

But this one was different. This is a Biz Dev MD. As such, his life and position revolves solely around posture. He cannot DCF for his life, but at least he makes intense faces and speaks with a lot of confidence during meetings (while rephrasing shit that the Associate on the deal team has to spoonfeed him prior). He is a proud man none the less. Lives in an expensive townhome he can't afford in Upper West (He calls it that but it's really Manhattan Valley), drives an expensive Tesla that he also probably can't afford (2019 model) and always shows up with a smoke show (that tries to fuck all the Analysts when he turns his back) to team dinners. 

And so it was that I found myself on a fast break with none other than Mr. Flashy, Proud, Big Ego himself. The Biz Dev MD, yup. I started to slow myself instinctively and then I said, "You know what? Life is to short.". I was abused as a child, I'm mentally ill and I'm addicted to drugs and masturbation in that order. But for this one moment in life I was in my flow zone. My steps thundered on the court, banging more frequently and louder with each additional step I took picking up inertia. BOOM.      BOOM.   BOOM. BOOM.BOOMBOOMBOOM. I lowered my shoulder like I was about to plow right through him and he haplessly through his hands in front of his face to shield himself, mouth agape in terror. That's when I did it. I leapt like Michael fucking Jordan and dunked on his bitch ass, shouting "YEAAAAAAAA BOIIIIIIIIIII" as I held on the the rim with my lower body and crotch region swinging into his face "MIKEY ON THE BEAT NIGGUUUHHHHHH" I taunted, and then I picked up the basketball and spiked that shit. Whew, felt good. I turned around to dead silence though. The Senior Associate quickly whisked everyone out of the court to check on the MD who was starfished on his back on the court, looking up at the gym lights like it was a beam from heaven. "Gorbachev, are you alright?!" he exclaimed. "No" replied the star-fished MD. 

It has been only one day since this has occurred and I think my MD, Gorbachev, is broken. Where there was once great pride, there is now none. He wont speak up in meetings, can't make eye contact with anyone, no longer pops into meeting rooms and junior's cubicles to check in on status. He's just been staring at the floor thinking through his whole life. As we speak he appears to be packing his belongings into brown boxes. I checked on him earlier; "Hey Gorbachev, all good?" He replies to me, "No Mikey, I am not. The truth is, I'm just a big fraud. And when you dunked on me Mikey, I....well I.....I just can't fucking take it!!!!" and broke into tears. I haven't checked in with him since that. 

My question: Does this mean I get his corner office and girlfriend now?