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Layla Russo- Birthday: April 22, 1982. Age: 29. Eyes: Brown. Hair: brown. Height: 5'6. Weight: 125 lbs. Personality: sweet and kind but can be a pitbull when she is provoked. Mother: Roseanna Russo, an amateur singer, dancer, and artist. Siblings from mother: Adam (36, basketball player), Johnny (36, boxer and mechanic), Carina (33, dance teacher), and Nikki (26, amateur singer). Father: Jacob Cooper, a high profile lawyer in Chicago. Siblings from father: Charlotte (35, entrepreneur), Jacob Junior (34, lawyer), Leon (32, lawyer). Undergradute: Brown University. Law School: Harvard. Lives in Queens near the Manhattan border. Job: Waitress and janitor.

Julia Russo- Birthday: July 17, 2008. Age: 3. Eyes: Hazel. Hair: brown. Personality: Shy and sweet. Loves her dance and piano classes. Goes to a preschool in Manhattan. Mother: Layla Russo. Father: Spencer Jones, a lawyer and professor at Harvard Law School.

Chapter 1

In a small apartment in Queens, a woman was straightening her hair long brown hair. When she was close to finishing, she said, "Baby, are you almost done cause we got to go?"

"Yeah."

"Do you have everything packed. Your jammies, your clothes, your toothbrush."

"Yup." The young girl said who was a mirror image of the woman except for her hazel eyes.

"What about Peggy?"

"Oh, I almost forgot my bunny." The young girl ran out of the room into her own and grabbed her stuffed rabbit.

The woman came out of her room with a soft smile and picked up her daughter's small duffle bag and her large purse. "Jules. Come on. Otherwise you'll be late for your sleep over with your cousins."

"I'm coming." Julia ran out of her room clutching her rabbit and put on her coat and backpack.

"O.k. Let's go." The two got on the subway to get to Manhattan. They got off the subway and started walking towards a large brownstone. The woman knocked on the door and waited for it to open. After a minute, a woman came to the door and opened it with a smile. "Hey, sorry we're late. Go ahead sweetie." Julia went inside the house after hugging the second woman.

"Layla, you could just use the key I gave you. This is your brother's house."

"Alicia, I will only use that key for emergencies. Thank you so much for taking Jules for the night."

"No problem. You know we love having her and it's good for her to see her cousins."

"Yeah it is."

"Layla, you know if you ever want to stay here and get out of Queens, we will be happy to have the two of you."

"That's sweet of you to offer but Julia and I are fine where we are right now. Anyways I need to go before I'm late. Thank you again. I'll come get her tomorrow."

"Come by tomorrow around two we're going to have a barbecue."

"Sounds good. I'll see you then."

Layla walked to her job at a bistro called "Chandra's" where she waitressed and tended the bar. She just made it for her shift when she walked in that Saturday night. "Layla, you just made it, girl." another waitress named Kaylee said.

"I know. But I made it." She said getting her notepad and tying her black apron around her waist. She knew that Saturday nights were busy but this one seemed busier than usual. "Kay, what's going on tonight?"

"Oh, there are a couple of parties tonight not to mention it's the birthday of the head of a huge law firm in New York."

"Really? Which one?"

"Didn't think to ask. But that's her." Kaylee said pointing to an elegant looking female that was surrounded by men in suits.

"Oh I think that is Jessica Pearson from Pearson-Hardman. I saw her picture in an article the other day."

"Oh, cool. I wonder what it would be like to be one of them, you know? Be this bug tough guy that doesn't need to play by the rules."

"That's not what a lawyer is."

"Then what are they?"

"They're people that know the law and can find ways around it to help people."

"Whatever. But have you noticed how gorgeous some of them are?"

"Failed to." She said not looking up at any of the lawyers from fixing her notepad.

"Well you should. That one over there is gorgeous. You should go for it. The last time you got some was I can only imagine when your daughter was born."

"What are you talking about, Kay? I dated that guy a few months ago and we dated for about four months. Did you think I was celibate that entire time?"

"No, but you need a good fu-"

"I'm gonna stop you right there. I don't need anything. I just need to get through tonight without any problems." She looked up and said, "Which tables am I working tonight?"

"Chandra wants you working those tables there. Good luck with the lawyers."

"Thanks, Kay. I'll talk to you later." Layla walked over to a group of Pearson-Hardman associates and was ready to take their order. "Hi, my name is Layla, and I'll be your server this evening. What can I get any of you?"

A chubby blond piped up, "I'll just have a beer."

"Me too." Another skinny blond said.

"What about the rest of you?" Layla asked.

"I'll have a beer and a side order of you." One of the associates said snaking his arm around Layla's waist.

"Kyle, stop it." The skinny blond said.

"No that's o.k. I'm not on the menu, but if you want to continue with this enriching conversation, I will file a sexual harassment suit which last time I checked was a crime in all fifty states, so we can continue with this she said no and he said yes crap but I have to get back to work. I concept you should be familiar with but considering your still groping me you obviously haven't been doing your job very well. So if you'll excuse me. I will be back with your drink orders." She said with a smile with directed to the two blond men and a look of contempt to Kyle.

She walked over to the bar and placed the orders and whispered under her breath, "Asshole."

There was a tall, slicked back hair, and a custom made, tailored suit. The man looked at her with a smirk gracing his lips and asked, "Excuse me?"

"Oh sorry. I wasn't talking to you." She said with a blush. "Just some douche bag lawyer that clearly skipped the lectures that dealt with sexual harassment."

The man couldn't help but chuckle and take a sip of his single malt before saying, "Well some guys are just like."

"Yeah and let me guess, you're going to tell me that you're different."

"No. That's not what I was going to say. I was going to say that most men are like that, especially in the presence of a beautiful woman."

"Wow. That is some line. Do you use that on all of the girls?" She said with a smile.

"Absolutely." He said with a grin.

"Wipe that cheesy grin off your face, Mr..."

"Specter. Harvey Specter."

"Layla Russo. And I'm assuming by that suit that you work at Pearson-Hardman."

"That is some guess."

"Well I'm pretty good at reading people." Layla said.

"Huh, me too."

Right at that moment, the owner of the restaurant, Chandra, came up on the stage and said, "Ladies and Gentlemen, thank you for coming tonight and Welcome to Chandra's. I'm Chandra Lewis. Now usually at this time, we have performance ready for you but do to extenuating circumstances our scheduled performance is unable to attend. But this presents me with a great opportunity. Thirty years ago, on this very day in fact, when I first opened this restaurant, a good friend of mine, sang here. Fourteen years ago, she tragically passed, but she left behind children, one of which is here now."

"Oh God, no." Layla said covering her face.

"What's the matter?" Harvey asked.

"Nothing, it's just something I feel like is going to happen which I don't want to happen.

"Layla has been blessed with her mother's talent. Layla, come up here and sing something for us."

Layla kept shaking her head no but Chandra was insistent. "Come up here, Layla."

"Tom, give me a shot of tequila please. Stat."

"Stat? Are you doctor now?" Harvey asked.

"Stat means medical emergency and this is a medical emergency. I can't get over my stage fright without a shot of something. So, Tom, where is that shot?" Tom brought over the tequila with some salt and lime wedges but she ignored them took the shot straight. "Ahh." she said after taking the shot and turning around and walking to the stage. The entire time, Harvey had a grin on his face. He kept looking at her intently to see how she was going to do.

When she got up on the stage, Layla's nervousness had returned but she still cued the band to start. She sang Donna Summer's "On the Radio." It started off rocky due to her nerves but she eventually got over them and killed it. She received a standing ovation and came off the stage after a couple more songs. As she walked back over to the bar, Harvey raised his tumbler as a toast. "Very nice job." He said.

"Let me buy you a drink." He said.

"Now you wouldn't try to sleep with me by trying to get me drunk would you Mr. Specter?"

"I would never." He said with a smirk.

"Uh-huh. I'm sure you wouldn't. Hey, Tom, can you get me a tequila sunrise."

"A tequila sunrise?"

"I like fruit drinks. And yes I am a total girl for liking them."

"Wasn't going to say anything." Harvey said taking a sip of his drink.

Just then Jessica came over and said, "Ah, Harvey, here you. Talking to the star of the night. You wouldn't be anywhere else would you?"

"Nope." Harvey said.

"Jessica Pearson, I loved your piece in the Harvard Law Review about ethics and law." Layla said.

"I didn't know anyone read that."

"I did. I read it one day when I was browsing online."

"Well thank you. Harvey, I'll see you on Monday."

When Jessica walked away, Harvey looked at Layla increduoulsly, "How did you know about that?"

"I really did read it."

"I'm sure you did."

"I especially liked the part about pro-bono work. How they are being passed off so to bring in 'bigger fish'."

"Layla, I'm not paying you to talk with good looking men at the bar so get back to work." Chandra said coming up to them.

"I have to get back to work. Enjoy the rest of your night." Layla said.

Harvey couldn't stop staring at her for the rest of the night.