Jimmy was only left with seething hatred toward Nate.

So, hearing that Nate would pick him up at the airport, he quickly replied, "Sure—I have things to discuss with you too, chief. I'll send you my flight details later."

"Of course, of course," Nate replied eagerly. "Send it to me whenever. I'll see you soon!"

After Jimmy hung up and returned Julien's phone, Nate was left pacing around in his room, muttering to himself, "Shit. This is bad… Jimmy's definitely not going to let this rest…."

Surprised, his wife asked, "What's going on here? Didn't you just fire Jimmy? Why are you letting him on board and picking him up at the airport on top of that?"

"Oh, don't even start," Nate sighed grumpily. "Julien Rothschild, the heir apparent of the Rothschild family, just called me personally to say that he had a mere misunderstanding with Jimmy… Honestly, what the hell is with that?!

"I thought I was doing them a favor, sending the dirt I had on Jimmy to the feds so that he'd go to prison.