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Gene: Yes of course, shoot.

Susan: What do you do for lunch? You don't eat it the food court do you? I haven't seen you...

Susan: And it's just that I'm still new here, and kind of feel like that loser who eats alone in the high school cafeteria. You seem nice, so I was wondering if you don't do anything we could hang out?

[He stared at the screen and smiled, surprised that someone as young as her would ask someone like him to lunch]

Gene: I usually eat in the office, packed lunched.

Gene: Hang out where?

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Gene: Now now, let's not get ahead of ourselves Susie. One step at a time, but don't take that advice too seriously -- especially with your tardiness. JK

Susan: Haha, I bet you think you're so funny too.

Susan: Hey, can I ask you something?

Gene: Yes of course, shoot.

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Gene: It's what I do, just try not to be late for work, but if you are. I got your back.:-)

Susan: Aw, well now I actually feel like I ought to try being a good employee. Darn it. lol

Gene: Now now, let's not get ahead of ourselves Susie. One step at a time, but don't take that advice too seriously -- especially with your tardiness. JK

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Susan: Hi, Gene. I just wanted to say thanks again for earlier, and offering to help me out. It was cool of you :)

Gene: It's what I do, just try not to be late for work, but if you are. I got your back.:-)

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I’ve been sitting at the bottom of a swimming pool for a while now drowning my thoughts out

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Her eyes fluttered up towards Saul’s face when he pulled her closer, giving him an affectionate look as she rested her chin on his chest and let her fingers toy with the buttons of his shirt.

It wasn’t really Suong’s place, and she wasn’t one to bite the hand that fed her, but she always wondered why he even bothered with call girls. He certainly didn’t have to pay for sex if he didn’t want to. She knew for a fact that there had to be at least a good number of women who would, and who were sleeping with him. Suong used to think it was a power play, a need to be in charge – but she knew men like that. Maybe it was just easier, more honest… Maybe he really was that lonely. She tried not to think about things like that though, it sort of killed the mood.

“I think we need a drink,” Suong said slinking out of Saul’s grasp, and to his desk, getting into the drawr where she knew he kept the liquor. He needed a drink, clearly. He needed to loosen up a little bit, and she was sure the scotch she handed him would help a little. She personally needed a drink because she knew what she was about to say was going to be completely inappropriate and while she trusted Saul not to go to her boss it could still ruin her career.

If she really wanted to call what she did a “career”.

Suong hadn’t moved to America to have sex for money. She’d moved here because it was supposed to be a great opportunity. So, when it presented itself to her she was going to take it.

She moved around and took a seat on the edge of Saul’s desk, taking a long drink from her glass, “I could be your assistant,” Suong said into her glass and felt her cheeks heat up from embarrassment. It sounded a lot stupider now that she had put it out there, and it wasn’t like she got embarrassed easily. Maybe she should have waited until they’d had sex. Talk about “ruining the mood”. She didn’t take it back though, but she did have a little more trouble meeting his eyes now that she’d spoken.

He looked down at her and he was taking her in her and her beauty. It was the time he looked most forward to honestly. Sure it was pathetic, but when he had all the money in the world, there was no time for being sad. No, he spent his money wisely as well as his time. When she pulled away from him, he just stood there, watching her. Saul was no longer thinking about work, he was thinking about Suong. 

“I’m just going to put the massaging table away then, don’t think we need it now.” Saul was over the fantasy and besides, he really didn’t want a massage from her. She already had to sleep with him and that was just adding insult to injury. Instead, he waited for her to pour them their drinks and smiled when she knew where he kept the expensive stuff. 

He grabbed his glass and took a sip of it, enjoying the taste as it trickled down his throat. Saul was just about to go for a second sip when Suong asked if she could be his assistant. Hand on his waist, he glanced at her, “Are you serious?” Saul asked, trying not to sound rude, because he was seriously asking if she wanted to do it. “What about your job, about the boss man?” Saul shook his head, regretting those words coming out of his mouth, “What I’m saying is...” He sighed and offered her a smile, “When can you start?”

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Susan tensed, her hands clenching into fists when she heard her boss behind her. That was just her luck wasn’t it?

She turned around and offered Gene a half hearted smile and “ok…” uttered in a small voice, before walking past him – as slowly as she could – towards the back where his office was. It wasn’t like this was her first time at the rodeo. If the rodeo was getting called into peoples offices. No, that had been something Susan had gotten used to by the time she was about ten years old in elementary school, causing problems for her teachers. It had seemed innocent then, her dad didn’t care. In fact he seemed to like her being a little trouble maker (it must run in the family). But at work?

She couldn’t lose this job.

So, she didn’t walk pridefully to Gene’s office as she had always done when called in by the principal. This was a little more serious then that. Susan frowned down at the floor as she pushed the door open and took a seat in the little uncomfortable chair. For a moment she gazed at her hands trying to come up with something to say, more than an apology that would help her not get fired.

“Please don’t fire me!” Was apparently all she could think of as she looked up at Gene with large pleading eyes. “I really need this job. And I know this isn’t my first time being late but… But I got really busy this moring, and I know you probably don’t want to hear excuses but it’s true.”

Susan didn’t go on to promise it wouldn’t happen again, because she knew how fake that would sound. “I really don’t do this on purpose. I’m not… I’m not just disregarding the rules, or your authority or anything like that. Things just get in the way and no where else is hiring, I know I’ve looked. And I cannot lose this job. You don’t understand. I’ll do whatever. I’ll clean up every night before we close! Or I’ll come in early and open when no one else wants to. Whatever you need.”

No, clearly she wasn’t above begging. Not when the situation was as serious as the possibility of losing her daughter.

If he couldn’t scare his employees just a tiny bit, then what was the point of it all? Sure, it was a bad way to find entertainment, but it was all he had now. His serious expression turned sad when she spoke in her soft, angelic voice and he immediately felt bad for causing problems. He was just having fun, that’s all. He wasn’t going to actually fire her. Heck, he couldn’t afford to let her go and if he could be honest, she was nice to look at and have around. 

Then they got into his office and she began to beg, plead for him not to fire her. His hands went up, shaking his head and waving his arms. “Shh -- I’m not going to do that Susan, was just going to give you a warning, talk to you about what is going on.” He sat down in his faux leather office chair and invited her to sit down. “I know it’s tough out there, but trust me -- I’m not firing you.” He assured her again, hoping it would work this time. 

Gene sighed and adjusted his glasses, forcing a smile as he took in the situation and exhaled a solution. “Just wanna know why you’re coming in late, is everything okay? Do you need a ride?” He asked her, wanting to do everything he could to help her out. This was not something he did for most of his employees, but the rumors that he did hear by the cash register did have him wanting to offer her help, in whatever way that was. 

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Susan hadn’t meant to come into work late, she really tried to be on time. Anabelle had suddenly told her she was supposed to bring in snacks for her pre school class, causing them to run late.

It didn’t help that Michael had started texting her, asking her questions she didn’t want to answer. Like where are you living? How are you paying for you, and our child on only the salary of a cinnabon employee? Then suggesting he could help. That he could make up for his transgressions by just stopping by once in a while, and giving her money like that made up for him almost hurting her daughter.

She didn’t mean to be late, but here she was pulling her light red hair back into a ponytail and shoving her visor on as she slid behind the cinnabon counter attempting to be unnoticed.

Susan shared a knowing sort of look with the girl behind the counter, and gave an apologetic grimace. “I am so sorry, sweetie. I’ll pick up the slack during lunch today, ok?”

Her coworker didn’t seem to tied up about it – it was only a Tuesday, not exactly the busiest day of the week before school let out. Still, she was already walking on thin ice, as this was not her first time late while she had only been working here for a month. 

“Please don’t tell Gene.”

He played with his mustache right up until he remembered how much he hated the thing. It made him look... Gene didn’t know what word to use, he just knew that he hated it, but it new it was something that was a part of him now. This pissed off Gene and he stopped messing with it and continued to work on the schedule for the next two weeks. 

Gene erased a few numbers and moved them around, giving his employees a fair amount of hours. He didn’t want them to hate him and that wasn’t the case it seemed. His employees respected him, but that wasn’t because he was going out of his way to be liked by his employees. 

He was usually quiet, observing and sweating like a pig whenever a boy in blue stood in front of the store. Gene took another good look at the schedule, stood up and walked toward the bulletin board, trying to find an open pin to use. They had all been taken up by signs that read “Team Work” or whatever the weekly funny comic was. 

As he tried to remove one from an outdated company menu, a stack of papers had fallen to the floor. Gene groaned, waving away anybody that tried to help him. His focus was cut short when he overheard Susan talk about being late. He pursed his lips and adjusted his glasses, knowing he had to do the manager thing one more time.

“Can you please pick these up?” He muttered to a nearby employee and finally posted the schedule up, hands on his waist as he walked toward Susan.

“My office.”

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Jimmy Mcgill/Saul Goodman/Gene Aesthetics

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SHIP AESTHETICS [ saul & kim (not that kim) ]

Can you take a Xanax? Because I got a drawer full of them. I get them from my “chiropractor.” She adjusts you to “completion.” Her name’s Kim Nu Suong… as delicious as it sounds. I should give you her card.

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“Oh?” Suong asked when he mentioned needing help, “are you thinking of hiring other lawyers? So ‘Goodman and Associates’ will have some associates?” She didn’t know why he had to handle everything alone, he’d work himself into an early grave that way. Not that Suong knew much about what lawyers actually did, or how the law was handled in the states (granted, not many people from here knew how it was handled either), but she could imagine the stress.

That was why she was here though. To help remedy that.

But then he suggested she be the one to get the massage this time, and fell silent for a moment. She wasn’t against the idea, it was just surprising. She looked clearly taken aback, tilting her head to the side like a curious little puppy. Of course she’d likely do almost anything he wanted to (almost), but he looked a tad bit too hesitant at the moment for her, so Suong took a few steps towards Saul tugging him closer to her by his brightly colored tie, as she reached up smoothing her hand over the colar of his shirt absently. “Not that I am against the idea, but are you sure? It seems like you might need it more than me. I wouldn’t want you to be disappointed with our time tonight.”

Which was true. She didn’t really think she had much of a stressful life, despite the fact her boss was a jerk and some guys were assholes, Kim Nu Suong knew it could be a lot worse and considered herself lucky. He seemed on the run down side today, probably why he called.

“But I certainly won’t say no.” Most guys were a little more worried about how quickly they could get in and get their rocks off. She couldn’t be blamed for being surprised. Saul Goodman was a strange one. “You are the boss here, Mr. Goodman,” Suong said with a specific emphasis.

He shook is head, hands on his waist as he chuckled, “No, not lawyers, an assistant is what I need.” Saul muttered, trying his damn hardest not to think about why he didn’t have much associates, well it didn’t matter. He was doing just fine. Sure it had been a little hectic once his previous assistant left to go back to whatever it was she was doing and left him in the dirt. 

Saul gauged her reaction, knowing it was an odd request and maybe he wasn’t feeling right. Who could pass up the paid opportunity to get massaged by a beautiful woman? Once he grabbed his tie and pulled him slightly toward her, he caved in. This was his only weakness, a beautiful woman playing along to whatever fantasy it was. 

“Kim...” He muttered, his eyes showed some pain, but he quickly masked it with a chuckle and a forced smile. His hands were now on Kim’s waist, feeling rather brave to be doing such a thing. Saul had a good repuation ( well he hoped he did ) when it came to hookers, he treated them like hourly queens and dinner if they asked. Sure, it was pathetic, but it was well worth it. 

“When you put it that way... I can’t resist.” He tested the waters a bit, pulling her a little closer to him now as his hand traveled down to her roundness, softly squeezing as he looked at her with gentle eyes. Jimmy Saul held her there for as long as he could, admiring both her beauty and body. 

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James M. McGill // Attorney at law && precious cinnamon roll.

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Her boss didn’t tend to like his girls making “house calls” as he called them, and only made an exception for VIP clients. Loyal ones, who didn’t skimp on the bill, it also probably didn’t hurt that Saul Goodman happened to be her bosses lawyer as well. Not that Kim Nu Suong was complaining, she liked Saul. She found him funny, plus he tipped a lot better then some other guys did– something her boss didn’t seem to take into account when he was deciding if a client “skimped on the bill” or not.

Besides, he knew a few things in Vietnamese which was much better than having a client who made fun of her accent she hadn’t been able to fully get rid of in the six years of living in the states, or assumed she was stupid because she wasn’t completely fluent in English.

Some men could be real assholes, and it was something she was expected to just accept or not get paid.

In fact this was mostly the reason she had gotten into it with her boss, but despite that Suong was in high spirits as she walked across the parking lot to Saul’s office with a large white leather bag that matched neatly with her track suit hitched over her shoulder. It wasn’t often she got to spend time with someone who’s company she actually enjoyed, so she’d savor it when she could. Suong walked into the waiting room, locking the front door behind her, and smiled widely when Saul greeted her at his office door.

“Hello, Mr. Goodman,” She said brightly and headed into his office glancing at the massage table he had set up. Suong still couldn’t believe he kept one of those in his office, it seemed silly to her, but if the other option was her lugging a giant table that was about the same size as her around she’d take him keeping one here any day.

Kim Nu Suong moved to set her bag down on the couch, before turning back to Saul looking up at him, “I hope you have not had too much of a rough day today, though I’m sure this whole saving people from jail, and getting them their just dues can be so stressful,” she said in a lightly teasing tone, before perking up a little. “Oh! I saw your new commercial last night. I wanted to tell you it was very good. The best one yet.” She wasn’t even lying (that much), sure his commercials were corny, but you couldn’t imagine the ads they had back where she was from. His were much better.

He could practically feel the stress falling off the moment he laid eyes on her beautiful face, it didn’t take much to please the ol’ lawyer and she did a good job of doing it by presence alone. This is why he kept calling, requesting  her, she knew just how to make him melt without even trying, He cleared his throat, still messing with his tie some as he walked her into his office, again holding the door open for her to pass through.

“Now Kim, you know you can call me Saul.” Hands closed for a second before opening them in the direction of her bag, “May I?” He asked, taking it from her and placed it on the hook next to his door. That is where he kept his extra suit jackets, just in case a drunk stumbled in and left more than a crappy payment. Two of the three hooks were open, having dropped off the other jackets a week or two ago. He cursed as he remembered that he needed to pick them up, man he really needed an assistant. 

He shook his head, tired eyes trying their best to match his smile, but it didn’t get quite there. Saul Goodman was tired, but he tuckered on, happy with the way things now were. His face practically lit up at the mention of his commercial, lips pursed into a lopsided smile as he played the commercial in his mind. It was one of the best ones he’d done in a while, the guys he hired at done an excellent job at editing it and of course they did with the amount of money he paid them to put it together. “Thank you, got about ten more clients with that commercial, hoping for more. It’s hard to keep up, I really need help around here.”

Saul pointed at the massaging table, thinking carefully about what he was about to say. “Now this is what I was thinking and please slap me if you’d like, but I’d like to turn the tables and massage you...” He trailed off, swallowing nervously at is request, “I’ll pay extra.”

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{ after hours

The last of his clients trickled out the door, it had been a long, yet successful day. He had helped out some people and even guided some to the nearest mental hospital with the crazy shit they had been proposing. All in all, in was a good day for the law offices of Saul Goodman. 

He had worked so hard that he had deserved a nice, long message and he called the number and requested his favorite girl, Kim. Saul had always loved a girl with that name and for reasons he didn’t want to think about now. No, he focused on Kim and got out his own massaging table, the one he kept for multiple reasons, it was all about the fantasy and Saul loved to fantasize. 

His phone rang and it was after hours so he ignored it, removing his tie as he waited for his appointment to arrive. For now, she sat in his chair, lifted his feet up onto his desk and read over some files, nothing really sticking as he was dead tired from the day’s events.

There was a knock at the door and he went to answer it, his shoes were off and shirt loosened, “Just on time, come on in.” He smiled, holding the door open for her and locking it once she was inside.

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