Gus went very still at that last part, even more than usual, although if Jesse looked down at that point he might notice that Gus's clasped hands had gone very tight.
That, he told himself sternly, was not something he could think about further. Not for another second. It would only cause distraction and errors, and apparently to no end at all.
"I see," he said in a slightly strange voice. He glanced at his hands, loosened them, recovered. "My family," he added as a half-hearted explanation. A voice inside whispered savagely that that was the truth, but he smothered it out and stood, brushing his hands down his pants.
"Then as you said, Jesse: we appear to be finished. I have no cooks, no laboratory, and I have been forced to leave my distribution behind." He spared a thought for Mike and Lydia, who he supposed had quite a lot of work ahead. And to lose the Czech Republic deal... He stifled another weary sigh. "I suppose the restaurant business here must be in demand, at least?"
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That, he told himself sternly, was not something he could think about further. Not for another second. It would only cause distraction and errors, and apparently to no end at all.
"I see," he said in a slightly strange voice. He glanced at his hands, loosened them, recovered. "My family," he added as a half-hearted explanation. A voice inside whispered savagely that that was the truth, but he smothered it out and stood, brushing his hands down his pants.
"Then as you said, Jesse: we appear to be finished. I have no cooks, no laboratory, and I have been forced to leave my distribution behind." He spared a thought for Mike and Lydia, who he supposed had quite a lot of work ahead. And to lose the Czech Republic deal... He stifled another weary sigh. "I suppose the restaurant business here must be in demand, at least?"