(𝟝𝟘𝟝) 𝟝𝟘𝟛 𝟜𝟜𝟝𝟝 ～ 𝘉𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘊𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘚𝘢𝘶𝘭

03 - Case Files And Interviews

4 days later...

Saul looks at the clock hanging on the wall opposite his desk then looks back to the black telephone sitting idle on top of his work space.

He taps the phone and runs his hands over the buttons, mentally debating about whether to call Geneva or not.

The woman intrigues him, Saul hasn't met anyone like her since Kim Wexler. He isn't looking for a change in his current relationship status, from single to taken. All he wants is to talk to Gen, she has a way of viewing even the most mundane of things with insight that is unique.

"I call and I'm 'Saul Goodman, hire now for all your stalking needs'," He mumbles to himself, using the voice he used to for his previous voice mail, "If I don't then... bring on the complainers and problem makers into my office, it's just another day at work."

He breathes out loudly, exasperated, then leans back in his chair and-

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

Saul jerks with sudden fright.

"Mr. Goodman, you've got clients sitting in the front room," Francesca informs the lawyer and he nods his head slowly, the reality of his work starting to make him exhausted.

"Fine alright, let the next one in..." Saul continues to watch his telephone intently, the thought of calling his new friend not leaving his mind for any moment.

"Mr. Goodman, my name is Bob Romero," A man close to his fifties introduces after entering into the office. Saul stands up and smiles, walking up to Mr. Romero and shaking his hand.

"Bob, good to see you. Please call me Saul," He walks to his seat again and puts his hands together in a thinking position, "So what can I do for you today?"

"I'm having a disagreement with a fellow shareholder of the company Timbre PLC, who claims to be taking decisions in favour of the company," Bob explains, clearly distressed, "He deceived and took advantage of my investment and interest in making the firm a much more established icon of the industry, and I've come for your help to make this right. He can't get away with this Saul."

Saul places his feet on top of his table and leans back in his ergonomic chair, playing around with the ink pen in his hand.

"You have to help me," Bob insists and Saul raises his eyebrows, unamused.

"Look Bob, in a situation like this... Me helping would be like Twilight having a justification to be in a spotlight of fame and fortune: Impossible," Saul jokes then sighs, "All the effort would go to waste. I'd have a better chance at defending a divorced woman who screwed the local bartender then stabbed her husband to get over with him for good."

Bob doesn't look that happy with Saul's attitude, he came here to this small, strip-mall sorry excuse for an attorney office to seek help from the best lawyer that the world could possibly supply.

"Mr Goodman, please I need your services. I had invested a lot of money into rhe company and I have shareholder rights that are being betrayed!" He says loudly, "I need this Saul. I have a family I need to support, two kids in college."

Saul imagines this client, kneeling on his knees and begging. He smiles a little at the thought then sighs.

"Alright fine Mr. Romero, I'll try my best," Saul grabs a notepad and pen then scribbles on the paper to see if the pen is working, "What's your rival shareholder's name?"

"Lionel Riviera," Bob answers and Saul pauses writing. He looks up to his client slowly, why did that name sound extremely familiar?

He stood up suddenly, his chair creaking a little, then walks over to his book shelf. Saul scans it quickly and flusterdly then pulls out a magazine, "Here!"