“I’m starting to think he doesn’t know how to run a business.” Saul groaned, absentmindedly petting your hair as you laid on his chest.

He’d had to give a certain Walter ‘Heinsenberg’ White a stern talking to about his business practices. It was all well and good if your cook was perfect and product was pure, but that was wasteful if you couldn’t sell it or find connections to help.

“Honestly, do I have to do everything!? He’s more childish than his unborn baby.”

A movie was playing in the background, but neither of you were really paying attention to it at this point. Saul needed to rant, and you always enjoyed the complaints about his clients.

‘Lawyer/Client confedentiality’ was not something that applied in his household. If Saul wanted to tell his spouse about the idiots he had to defend, he felt he had every right to do that.

“He should give that kid more credit, he understands the market better than that middle class old man.”