Saul hurried back into his building. Francesca was standing at the door "Saul…what was that about? What is that building across the street?"

Saul kept walking, not bothering to stop and chat "It's fine, nothing to worry about." He said quickly as he shut his office door again. He spent the next thirty minutes googling Bethany Bloom and found nothing. How did she get all that information about me? Did she hire a P.I., I would get mine to get info about her but I don't have him anymore. He chucked to himself as he closed his laptop she was a big talker, there is no way I would lose any of my clients to some new strange business. He told Francesca to send in the next client and pushed this morning's event to the side.

Saul was so anxious about work that he stayed late and ended up falling asleep on the couch. He woke up around 3 a.m. and felt fuzzy. He saw the empty bottle of liquor on the floor next to the couch. His head was pounding as he poured himself another glass. He went to the front door and glared at Bethany's building across the street. He took slow sips as his stare became bitter. How dare she move into his town and try to take over. After everything he worked for. He would never admit that he was scared. She seemed so confident, so sure that she was going to take over. Like she had seen it before.

Then out of a surge of courage, and drunkenness, he burst through the door and made his way to her building. The lights were off as he cupped his hands to the window. He went to the door and tried to push it open. Surprisingly, it was unlocked. He looked around, the lobby was amazing. No out of date wooden panels like his and she had a real front desk. He moved to a door that read Beth Bloom. He made a disgusted face at it and made his way in. He knew he should have stopped at the front door but his drunk curiosity was pushing him forward.

When he entered her office he saw the desk light on. He went up to it and tried to read the scattered paper work laying around. Suddenly he jumped as he heard someone's voice in the dark corner of the office "what do you think you are doing." Saul turned and saw Bethany. She was shorter without her heels on and her suit coat was off and her dress shirt was untucked and unbuttoned to reveal some cleavage. "Do I need to call the police?" she said without looking at him as she picked up her class of whiskey "Don't you want to go out like a man and not a trespassing fool, who thinks he will find something to stop his horrible fate?" she took a sip and gave him an evil stare. He didn't answer her. He felt his balance becoming off as he went for the couch. "Are you drunk?" again he didn't respond "Why did you come here? You are just embarrassing yourself."

She went on and finally Saul cracked "Why did you come here? This is my town, my business. I wouldn't care if you were opening up an ice cream shop or candy store, but it had to be a law office? Really? Do you know what I have been through" he got up and talked in her face. She could smell the alcohol on his breath. "I've been through a lot of shit to pursue this career and then you just waltz in here and threaten me?" he paused sitting back down and trying to re-focus, his vison was blurred. He got up as he realized he was about to cry. "Never mind…you wouldn't understand." Beth stood there and watched him leave. She wanted to call to him but she couldn't. For some reason she wanted to comfort him. There was something about him. Something she didn't want to find out.

Saul stumbled home to finish his sleep in his own bed. When he woke up the next morning he almost completely forgot what had happened last night. He walked into the office and greeted his staff "Good morning all, sorry I am late. Frankie send in my first appointment."

Francesca cringed before telling him the news "…Saul." He stopped in his tracks and closed his eyes tight. He had a clue of what she was going to tell him. He turned and signaled her to go on "your first three appointments cancelled."

He let out a large breath through his nose. "Did they say why?"

"They just said that your services weren't needed." She looked back down at her desk.

"That's alright, I'll just…give them a call." He walked into his office. He called all his clients that day and it was the same answer each time. They were going to Bethany. It didn't stop there. The next couple of days his appointments were cut in half. "Hi, Mrs. Launderman, please you know I am the only one who can give you the best care." He spent hours trying to convince his clients to stay "Hi, Mr. Littman how's the family… I understand but you know how much I care about your case." He couldn't convince one to stay. He slammed down his phone as he finished up his last call. He ran his fingers through his hair no, no this can't be happening. He thought for a minute and then got up from his desk, slamming his hands down. He burst through his office door. Frankie called after him but he didn't say a word.

He went right for that large new building across the street. The lobby was packed. He made his way through the people and right for her office. He almost made it in when her two large body guards picked him right off the ground "Hey…hey! Get off of me!" he kicked and thrashed as he called for Beth "Bethany! Get out here!" The guards started to drag him away. He screamed some more but the door wasn't opening. "Alright, alright let me down and I will go." They believed him and as soon as they set him down he lunged for the door. They restrained him again. Then the door opened.

She leaned on the door frame as she crossed her arms, staring at Saul "Welcome back, Mr. Goodman." She signaled her guards to let him down and walked into her office. They set him down and Saul glared at them as he brushed his suit jacket back into place. He followed her into the office. "What can I help you with, Saul? Would you like me to leave the room for a second as I let you rummage through my desk drawers?"

"I'm not here to joke. I want you out of this town. You stole my clients. All my clients. The ones I worked to keep and remember their family's names, and asked how their dog is going, or their fucking pet rock! I have conditioned these idiots to love me and it took a very long time. And you stole them!"

Beth was typing on her computer as she responded to him "Oh, Saul, this is why I came into your office two weeks ago, you remember? I told you this was going to happen, you should have taken that time to cope. And all my clients feel comfortable with me. Like Mrs. Launderman…her cat is going great after the surgery it got on its hip. And Mr. Littman's family, his wife Betty and kids Adam and Ronald are just adorable, don't you think?" she looked up at him from under her eyebrows with a smirk. He was speechless.

"How did you remember all of that?" he was baffled.

"It's easy for me to relate to people. That's why I am so successful in this business. Now, is there anything else I can help you with? Maybe a fruit platter, without pineapple. I know you don't like a lot of pineapple." His mouth was a jar. "How did I know that…? Because I care and I listen. Now, have a great day." She snapped her figures as her secretary came in. He was a tall attractive man that made Saul feel small in comparison. "Eric, can you give Mr. Goodman here a complementary gift bag and a small fruit platter, hold the pineapple." Saul was escorted out of her office in shock as he took the nice canvas gift bag that had her logo on it. The contents inside were pens, notepads, and erasers with her face and logo on them. Soon he was standing outside of her building feeling oddly happy with his gift bag and fruit. He went back to his building in a fit and locked himself in his office.

It started to become a routine. He would get angry and storm in to her office once a day. Soon, she had scheduled him at a regular time and always had a plate of food ready for him. After a few weeks they stopped arguing about his clients and just started to talk about the news, and about Saul's life. He actual started to look forward to 'bursting' into her office to talk.

His staff noticed how happy he was. He came home and didn't drink himself to sleep. He seemed to take extra attention to his appearance and he found himself smiling whenever he thought about her. He thought that she liked him too. The way she made sure there was no pineapple in the fruit platters, and the way she listened to his stories and remembered them the next day. He started to feel excited at the thought of them being friends or something more. Maybe she would stop trying to sabotage him and maybe work with him. Build a law office empire by combining their names and making one large firm. He felt his stomach flutter at the thought.

After about 3 weeks Francesca stopped Saul one afternoon before he went to her office for their daily chat "Saul, you need to call Mrs. Kettleman."

"I will after I stop by Beth's." he went to walk away but Frankie called to him.

"No, you will not!" she screamed. He turned to her in shock at the tone of her voice.

"And why not?" he inquired.

"…because, as you were having your daily chats with her you have been missing the few appointments you had left. It's done Saul. It's over. You have Walter and Jessie left and maybe a few people, but your regulars and all those clients you worked for have gone to your little friend. She got exactly what she wanted and she had you ruin your business signal handedly." She packed up her bags "I guess I will leave early today, since we have no more clients for the day and tomorrow and for the rest of time."

Saul just stood there and watched his staff leave. He was in shock. She was right. He had been so caught up in seeing her that he didn't even realize he was ignoring his own business. He felt his stomach drop as all his future plans, the firm, the relationship, everything was torn from him. His mouth fell open a little as he tried to catch his breath. The wind was knocked out of him. He thought he would have been use to this. This feeling of being let down, disappointment, but he wasn't. In blind rage he ran from the building and across the street. He picked up speed as his tie fluttered in the wind behind him. He ran through the busy lobby and passed the guards who didn't flinch because they were used to seeing him.

He smashed through the door "HOW DARE YOU!" he was angry and embarrassed.

"Hi, Saul, how are you today?" she said calmly

"HOW DARE YOU DO THIS TO ME? YOU MADE ME LOOK LIKE A FOOL" He slammed his hand down on her desk and leaned into her. She saw the wild expression in his eyes and leaned back in her chair.

"Excuse me…?"

"Drop the act." He started to move around the desk. She pressed the button under her desk for her guards. "You let me come in here every day and YOU listened to me talk. You got to know me and pretended to care. And this whole time I was…was… destroying my whole business."

"I told you, Saul. I am very good at relating to people. I am good at my job. It's not my fault that you didn't catch on to my trick." Her face was stone cold, no emotion at all. "You are nothing to me, just a bug to be crushed. I'm sorry if that upsets you."

Saul felt the pieces of his heart falling to the lowest part of his body. He stared at her in shock as the guards came in to take him away. He continued to stare as they wrapped their arms under his shoulders, pulling him to the door. He let all of his body weight lean forward. His comb over was hanging in a mess over his forehead as he final spoke. "I was really starting to like you. I thought I finally saw a real person in you, but I guess I was wrong. You are just a cold, evil… BITCH!" he spat that last word out of his mouth with such hatred as the door slammed behind him.

The words echoed in her head. Her eyes wide with shock at what he had called her. She had heard it before but for some reason it bothered her very much that he thought of her that way. She shook off what she was feeling and went back to her paper work. It's not personal, it's business she thought.