A sleek, black car pulled in next to his car, the bassed-up car audible to the outside world. Saul scoffed and threw his cigarette to the ground, rolling his window up as he turned off his car. That car was so fucking loud, and Saul was determined to tell them just how loud it was. It was probably some snot-nosed teen that blasted some of that rap. Saul closed the door and walked around to their driver's side window, tapping on the glass. 

          The person rolled down the window to reveal a woman in the car, who leaned out of the window to look at him, tilting down her glasses to reveal her eyes (that were an attractive brown color), one of her brows raised. Saul made a sign to turn down the music, and she rolled her eyes and turned it off, "what can I do for you, sir?" 

          "Jesus, how can you hear?" the woman chuckled and tilted her glasses the other way, the sunglasses resting on her forehead. 

          "It wasn't that loud, old man. Anyway, you're--" she pulled out a piece of paper and read it, "Goodman, right? Saul Goodman: Lawyer?" Saul nodded slowly, folding his arms across himself as the wind blew his hair around. 

          "Yeah, that's me. Why?" the woman shooed him back, stepping out of the car after turning it off. She was not much shorter than he was and curvy. 

          "I heard that you can help get me off," she leaned against her car, pulling a cigarette from her pocket and setting it between her lips, her lipstick shaded in a dark red, "you have a light? I forgot mine at my old man's," Saul pulled his lighter from his pocket and moved closer to her, igniting it as he lit it for her. The woman took a drag, pulling it away to exhale the smoke. 

          "In regards to getting you off, I don't think your old man would appreciate that," she scowled and rolled her eyes, scoffing loudly. 

          "I'm hardly looking to get my rocks off, and it definitely wouldn't be right now. I'm not saying I'm opposed to offering you a handy," Saul's face lit up. "However, I am looking for actual lawyer services, not sexual. My name is Alexia Cabal; nice to meet you," Alexia stood straight, taking one more drag from her freshly-lit cigarette before throwing it to the ground and stomping on it with a platformed heel. 

          "Uhm-y-yes, nice to meet you. Let's, uh, take this into my office, shall we?" 

          "We shall," Saul led the way, Alexia following behind as she pulled her purse over her shoulder, "is your office private? Like, are there cameras?" he gazed back at her and shook his head, the door to the firm a few feet away. Alexia opened her mouth to speak but shut it when he held the door open, and she took a step into the building. The waiting room was empty, and he closed the door, placing a hand on her upper back. 

          "This way, malady," Saul joked, leading her down the hall to a door. Alexia twisted the door handle and opened it, holding it open for him. 

          "This way, milord," she quipped, a smug smile on her face as she took a seat in one of the chairs, folding an ankle over the other. Saul sat on the other side of the desk, elbows on the desk as he held his head up with his hands.

          "We might as well start talking about what seems to be your situation, Mrs. Cabal?" 

          "Miss Cabal, if you will. It's my maiden name," Alexia corrected him, "my situation is that my husband is a cheating bastard," she grumbled, folding her arms across her chest. 

          "Miss Cabal, my apologies," Saul quickly corrects and then continues, "so it's a divorce you want?" Alexia nods and clears her throat, leaning her head on her hand. That's all she wanted, to be away from him. He had been this way since they had been together a year, cheating and constantly yelling at her. 

          "I'm--scared of him. He's just been yelling at me constantly and been hurtful, telling me I'm a bitch and that I'm not good enough. I just yell back and throw plates, and I'm tired of yelling and throwing stuff. I'm tired of living this way, Mr. Goodman. Please, can you help me?" Alexia gazes at the lawyer with her hands spread on the desk; her eyebrows scrunched in the middle and her brown eyes misty in the office light. Saul ponders for a second and then places a hand on one of hers. 

          "I'm open to helping you, maybe even pro-bono," all the worry on her face goes away, a sigh leaving her lips as they tilt into a little smile. 

          "Oh, thank you!" she jumped up and held her hands to her chest, a leg in the air as she let out an airy laugh. Saul just studies her, his head tilted as he views her behavior. Alexia flicks her attention back to him, "of course; I'd have to do something for you. It's only fair, Mr. Goodman," 

          "What do you mean by--" Alexia makes it around to where he's sitting and kisses him on the cheek, "oh, uhm--" 

          "You get another one when this is all over, lawyer-man," she giggles and then maintains her composure, "now, what actions should I take?" 

          "Let's see," Saul notices that she makes her way back to the chairs in front of the desk, "I would need the full story and any leverage you can give us. So, is there anything other than the many infidelities?" Alexia sighs, and then she licks her lips and nods her head. 

          "His name is Alejandro Herrera. He's a very wealthy drug kingpin; that's actually how I met him," his eyebrows raise to his hairline, "we met when I went to distribute to other cartel members. He was very sophisticated and relaxed, even a little bit flirty. I fell instantly, and he did too. We were married a month later and moved in, even discussing having children. Thank god we never did because he was mean and hateful later, and come to find out, he had made love to practically every woman and their friend we interacted with-" 

          "-my mother was right; our love was too good to be true. I found that true when I found out he killed my little brother. I never told him I knew, but I guarantee he knew somewhere in that fucked-up mind of his," Alexia stopped talking, her face going into her hands as she spoke the last couple of words, "I'm scared of him,"