Chapter 6
It's been about a month since I've talked to Jesse. He tried to fire me, but it didn't quite go as planned. I suppose Mr. White's superiority far supersedes Jesse's. But I did what I intended when I first partnered with them. I became valuable. I've been making those two so much money since they hired me they wouldn't dare let me go. I felt kind of bad for Jesse. Not only for what I said, but for how Mr. White spoke to him about the matter.
“You tried to fire her over that?” He asked Jesse, venom in his voice.
“Jane meant everything to me, Mr. White. I'm not gunna let some bitch come by and talk whatever she wants about her.” His angry eyes only glanced at me for a fraction of a second.
“I don't give a damn what she said to you. Your personal life is separate from your work life, Jesse. I'm sorry about Jane, but you can't let what happened to her get in the way of what you want: making money. You also don't have the authority to fire her.” He said with air quotes around 'fire', implying the legitimacy of our business.
Jesse sighed and looked at the ground. “Fine. I don't care. I just don't want to see her anywhere near me.” He walked out of Saul's office, slamming the door on his way out.
I sighed. Eyes staying sharp on the road despite my distraction. I thought about calling him several times. Had the phone in my hand a few of those moments, but figured he'd just blow up again.
I'm heading back to the meeting place to grab my new inventory. I've had stacks of cash just sitting in my room from how much I sold during Finals Week. I haven't been in contact with Jesse at all, and Mr. White is twice as hard to get a hold of. As I pulled up to Walt's house, I noticed Jesse's car parked by the curb closest to Walt's house. My heart started pumping so hard and so fast I thought I might need to take a trip to the hospital before I walked inside of the house. But I managed to salvage some composure and get out of my car, carrying my large dufflebag with me.
I knocked on the door and Walt let me inside. Jesse was already sitting at the table, and he didn't even glance up in my direction.
“Hi Jesse.” As expected, he ignored me.
I dropped the bag next to the table.
“Mr. White, can I ask why we're meeting here? Isn't your wife or kid home or something?” I noticed another car that wasn't Walt's in the driveway.
“Yes, she is here. She actually wanted to uh, meet you two. My son is at school, and my daughter is asleep.” He said, as weirded out by how it sounded as the action was.
As if on cue, she emerged from the hallway. Not too happy with what she saw.
“You're working with teenagers, Walt?” She asked, surprised.
“Actually, Skyler. Jesse is 25, and Sierra is 24.” He calmly explained.
“Walt, they're half your age. They don't have any experience.” She spoke sternly.
Mr. White glanced up from his folded hands in front of his face and gestured to the dufflebag on the floor.
I pulled all of its weight up onto the table, and unzipped it. Clear as day hundreds staring her in the face.
Skyler put a stressed hand to her collarbone.
“You made all of this yourself?” She asked, flashing her bluest eyes at me.
