finally done with paperwork, sipping from his coffee.

The most important meal of the day.

saul nation, rise up.

It is… yo.

Oh God. Not him. Not again. Raising a hand, he adjusts his tie and clears his throat. “That I am. What can I do for you?”

He’s taking the longest drag of his cigarette. Almost all that’s left is ash.

What if he offers up a cup of coffee?

It is, and he’s already sliding a cup her way. Hm, more than that? He can offer up a cigarette if she likes.