Duncan Apartment.
"Don't get worked up. Take it slow—what happened?"
Adam soothed him.
"We became lawyers, put on suits, carried briefcases into the firm, and all thought we'd become glamorous, high-flying attorneys from then on."
Marshall wore a miserable expression. "Next, we threw ourselves into the trenches to fight alongside our comrades, even feeling a faint sense of camaraderie between us.
But before long, the battlefield's cruelty began to reveal its savage face.
Brutal shells rained down from the sky!
My boss, Saul Goodman!
He was one of the firm's senior partners, and he seemed like a pretty decent guy.
Charming, kind-smiling, witty, and humorous.
But he had nicknames in the industry.
Better Call Saul!
Gunner Goodman!"
"Saul Goodman?"
Adam's expression turned strange. "He's a senior partner at your firm?"
"You know him?"
Marshall froze.
"I've heard of him."
Adam was in no hurry to explain. He nodded for Marshall to continue. "How did he get those two nicknames?"
"The day I started work, he came over and chatted with me kindly for a few minutes."
Just recalling that scene still seemed to unsettle Marshall. He swallowed. "After hearing that Iverson, the new lawyer who'd joined with me, was across the hall.
He smiled, said goodbye to me, and walked into the office opposite mine.
Then all kinds of shit-and-piss-filled roaring insults blasted through two doors and exploded in my ears.
I was terrified stiff.
Then, what frightened me even more was that after Goodman left, Iverson appeared at my office door looking dead inside.
He asked whether I could believe Gunner Goodman would do something like that on Take Your Daughter to Work Day.
Then his little girl appeared behind him, clutching her father's clothes and trembling."
"That's outrageous!"
Juno narrowed her eyes.
"And then?"
Adam patted Juno's leg