୨୧﹒﹒𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭. ۫ ·
ㅤ ˖ㅤㅤ۫ㅤ ˚ ۪˖𓏲﹒ being hired by saul as 'security'
﹒ ⊹ ⤷ cw: gn reader
The sun beams had shown down onto the walnut table in front of you where you noticed multiple circles imprinted on the wood from water stains.
You were sitting in the waiting room of Saul Goodman's law firm, days prior you had applied for a job position titled 'security', the responsibilities listed seemed easy to do and the pay seemed overly good for how little qualifications were needed. The duties were to drive Saul to and from, pick up things he needed, don't ask questions, and act tough. You didn't have much- nor any- experience in being a security guard but you figured it couldn't be hard to grasp.
The sound of babies screaming and a much bigger dark-skinned man's breathing was the only sound that filled the room along with the occasional phone call which was answered by Franchesca with a huff. It felt as though you'd been sitting in the worn leather chair for hours feeling the bigger man's eyes glare holes into your head, every time you'd make accidental eye contact you'd send him an uneasy smile.
The sound of Francesca's voice took you out of your trance, feeling relief wash over your body at her words.
"He will see you now, y/n."
With a nod you stood out of your chair and made your way to the door into his office, feeling eyes following your movements.
Walking into the office the noise died down with the close of the door behind you. Looking around you took in the room, the tan walls that were lined with writing, the messy papers that were strewn across Saul's desk, the empty chair.
The empty chair?
A confused look made its way onto your face as you continued looking around yet Saul was nowhere to be found.
"Mr. Goodman?" You let out, walking closer to the desk.
You heard a thud come from below the furniture, followed by a strange wince of pain.
"Are you alone?" A voice rang, it was raspy and full of worry.
You rolled your eyes and let out a huff, crossing your arms in the process, "Why?"
Saul sighed in frustration, "It's important, are you alone?"
"Yes, I'm alone Mr. Goodman." You spoke while taking a seat in the chair placed in front of his desk, waiting for his reveal.
This had to be the strangest interview yet, you weren't surprised with how unprofessional it was tho given the rumors about Saul that you've heard.
Saul let out a sigh of relief and quickly sprung up, dusting off his blazer once he caught his balance. "You can never be too sure of who is out there," He said, and an awkward chuckle followed after.
You allowed a small smile to fall onto your face as you watched him hurriedly scour through his papers. "What can I do for you?" He asked.
"I'm here to apply for the security position" Once the words left your mouth you watched as his face turned to one of amusement.
"You? Security? I wanna hire you to just sit there and look pretty" He replied, looking you up and down. You suddenly felt very vulnerable under his gaze. "Just kidding! Not really, anyway, I'm not sexist" Saul shot his hands up in a jokingly defensive matter, a wide smile present on his face as he awaited your reply.
You only let out a scoff, surprised how he truly had no filter around anyone. You'd think since his face is plastered on every billboard around town he'd have at least some professionalism.
"Yeesh, tough crowd," Saul said under his breath, taking a seat in his leather swivel chair, "What experience do you have in being security?" He asked.
You knew this question was going to be asked, but you weren't sure if you should lie or be honest. "Uh, around five years," You sounded unsure, which you were, you just hoped he didn't catch on to your lie. How would he ever know?
"And you won't ask any questions on what you may see or hear about my clientele?"
"No, Mr. Goodman,"
"Youre hired!" He stood up and extended an arm out to you.
His sentence took you by surprise, "That fast? You barely asked any questions," You stood up to meet his hand in your own with a confused look plastered on your face.
"Well, I've been known to give it up easy," Saul's arm dropped back to his side while he let out a laugh at his own joke.
"Do you take anything seriously, Mr. Goodman?" You asked, amusement lacing your tone as you stared at him with a perplexed smile.
"Do you take anything jokingly, y/n? And please, call me Saul, you're my security now not my client,"
You rolled your eyes, "Alright, Saul, when do I start?"
Saul flicked his wrist to check the watch that surrounded it, "Tomorrow, seven A.M, and wear something less revealing, I don't need to be distracted," Saul looked you up and down again with a grin.
You stared down at your outfit, which wasn't revealing in the slightest, this only caused you to roll your eyes and scoff. You couldn't lie though, his 'compliments' were flattering in their own interesting ways.
"Play nice with Huell, but not too nice," Saul pointed his finger at you.
"Huell?" You questioned.
"My other security personnel?"
The look on your face showed Saul he should go into more detail, "The big, beautiful man sitting right outside that door," His hands clasped together.
You nodded your head, "Ah, alright, well I should be going, I'm excited to work with you Saul," You said enthusiastically as you made your way to the door.
"Remember, seven A.M. sharp, sweet cheeks!" Saul said over the loud cries that now filled the room since you opened the door.
You rolled your eyes once again and turned on your heel, only letting the smile fall on your face once Saul was out of view, you knew you'd enjoy working for him and his silly antics.
୨୧﹒﹒𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 . ۫ · 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
ㅤ ˖ㅤㅤ۫ㅤ ˚ ۪˖𓏲﹒ part two possibly?
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