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How the hell did he end up with ten hours worth of work due in less then four hours, Mike had no idea. He leaned back in his computer chair, the half empty can of red bull pressed against his lower lip in thought as his burning eyes focused directly into the searing luminescence of his screen. The last minute 'gift', as Harvey liked to call it, was a new case the senior partner was working on. Pro bono. Ah, of course! That's why Mike was stuck with all this crap. The associate let out a tired sigh and he let the now empty can dangle loosely in between his thumb and index finger as he pressed a hand against his eyes. It was only around eight o' clock, but Mike felt like he was already at his limit. With news that his grandmother was having some trouble breathing lately and would react negatively towards the medication the doctors tried to dump on her, Mike was held between a rock and a hard place. Seeing as Harvey was one of the most emotionless and insensitive beings he could ever meet, it was either his job or personal life, and (even though he wanted nothing with being like the man) Harvey always told him never to mix personal issues with work. The hypocrite. Mike tossed the can into a trash can and grabbed another one from inside his bag, cracking it open with the perfection of a seasoned can opener.
"Still here?" A low and sweet voice met his ears. Mike's light gaze snapped up to the brunette beauty before him. Rachel stood confidently, her hips slightly tilted towards the left. This was easily noticeable by the gray-black pencil skirt that hugged her curves easily.
"Eyes up, dude." She snorted, tapping the manila folder she was carrying, on the wall of his tiny cubicle. Mike leaned back again and tried to place a Harvey-esque smirk on his face.
"Yeah, just finishing up a few things Harvey wanted me to look into." Mike mumbled motioning to the piles of folders neatly stacked next to his computer, trying to ignore how he sounded like a well trained puppy.
As if sensing his analogy, Rachel snorted and hefted the folder back against her bosom and shook her mess of dark hair, "Don't worry, I'm sure he'll have a treat for you when you're done." She said in a mother like tone as she began her walk back to her office. Mike furrowed his brows and lifted himself slightly from the chair, balancing with his palms on the desk.
"Not funny!" He yelled after her, only earning a ring of laughter. Mike sighed and plopped back onto the upholstery of his chair when he suddenly felt a tug on the back of the chair. Nearly falling backwards, he caught himself and turned his gaze on the assaulter. Harvey stuck the offending hand into his pocket and arched an eyebrow at the now grumbling Mike.
"Try to be a little quieter, it's late." He quipped and tilted his head slightly, and smile evidently pulling the corners of his lips, "What are you still doing here anyway?"
Mike opened his mouth several times as if he couldn't believe what he was hearing now. Oh well, you know Harvey I'm just finishing the work that was assigned to you. But, I could totally go to Jessica right now and tell her that I've finished since apparently you can't, for the life of you, remember that you were the one who shoved all of this on me! He raged quietly inside his mind as Harvey waited patiently for an answer. Mike turned his head back to stare at the blinking cursor on his computer screen and rolled his eyes discreetly.
"I'm almost done with the cross-checking of this guy's history," Mike said, motioning to the window minimized on his screen. Harvey leaned forward slightly as Mike opened the tab up and clucked his tongue.
"Not done yet?" He said, feigning surprise, and earned a sarcastic chuckle from Mike.
"Well, anyways, turns out this guy actually has a legitimate history with this kind of stuff…." Mike muttered, as if just realizing it for the first time. People like that made him sick. He rarely held contempt for people, but stalkers? Really? He hadn't the misfortune to come into contact with one, but this case was proving to be just that. Harvey moved closer and clicked on one of the tabs, opening up the guy's crime history.
"Too easy." He said quietly, and Mike knew he was talking to himself more then anything. Mike shifted a little in his seat and tried to pick up anything in Harvey's gaze as he stared into the screen. Gee, I could really go for a 'Good job, Mike!' or something of that nature. He almost laughed at his own stupidity, of course thee Harvey wouldn't offer that kind of service. Finally Harvey moved away, and started walking towards the elevator.
"Have those peeper reports," Hah, he said peeper…,"and the cases in which he got a restraining order enacted against him," Sure…,"on my desk by tomorrow," Of course…,"morning at eight," Perfect...,"AM."
Yes your majesty. "Sure thing, Harvey." Mike said, tapping at the polished keys as though he were typing something up quickly. He glanced at Harvey who was standing in front of the elevator whilst talking on the phone with someone. Mike sighed, twined his fingers together, and rested his chin against them thoughtfully. He didn't expect everything to be all handy dandy when he first came, but seriously…he felt like he was being put down every time he walked into this office. And it didn't help the fact that all the partners at Pearson Hardman viewed him as some naïve, innocent, soft, child. He bit down on his lower lip, and rubbed his tired eyes before returning to his typing.
A small chill ran up his spine and he turned his head slightly, Harvey was long gone, and Rachel was too probably. The office was nearly empty now, except for a few straggling temps running through and a few of the other associates finishing up last minute business. Mike's fingers hovered over the keys, wondering why this sudden fear lodged itself into the pit of his stomach. He took a few cooling breaths before saving all of his work onto a hard drive and slipping it into his bag. He could just finish the work up at home…not like he needed to be here. He glanced around wearily, and loosened the tie's vice grip around his neck. It was a strange feeling; Mike didn't know how he should describe it. I'm being…watched? No…that was just the atmosphere of the case getting to him. Even so, he stood up abruptly and slipped the folders into his bag individually, and he shrugged the strap over his shoulder. He picked up the remaining folders, and froze mid step.
The place was empty now, but he thought he had heard…breathing? Mike's breath hitched in his throat at the thought of an associate serial killer being on the loose, but immediately shrugged that idea off. He closed his eyes briefly, counted to three, and then spun around on his heel. His eyes widened slightly, and he stumbled back, a silent yelp failing to fall from his lips.
"Jesus, Louis, you scared me!" Mike panted as he clutched his chest, trying desperately to keep his heart rate under control. Louis merely smiled and looked around as if this was just another morning and it was goddamn night time.
"Well, I don't know why you would have to be scared of me," Louis said, and Mike did his best to hold Louis' gaze, but found he couldn't and immediately averted his attention elsewhere. "I just came to tell you that this letter was dropped off onto my desk." Louis' lip curled, as if disgusted by the fact, and pulled a pristine white envelope from his pocket holding it out to Mike.
Mike leaned forward slightly and attempted to grab it, but Louis' pulled it back his gaze suspicious, "Now, why wouldn't they put," He glanced down at Mike's desk, ", here?"
Mike swallowed thickly, and scratched his head, "I-uh-have no idea…Louis." He stammered out, his eyes narrowing slightly, "Did you read it?" He asked, tilting his head.
Louis tilted his as well, and another smile gleamed across his face, "Do you think I'd have time to violate a little associate's private life?"
Yes! Mike shook his head, and readily accepted the letter that was passed back to him. Louis opened his mouth like he was going to say something else, but instead took his leave then. Mike watched him go for a little while, and finally when the junior partner disappeared from his sight, he let his shoulders relax. He stared down at the letter for sometime, suddenly starting to feel his heart beat faster and his muscles beginning to tense again. He furrowed his brows and glared thoughtfully down at the envelope, before slipping his finger under the flap and opening it up. He brought out the neatly folded piece of paper and started reading. A few seconds later he balled up the paper and tossed it into the trash.
"Figures." He hissed under his breath and stormed, down the narrow way and to the elevator. Someone must have found out about the case he was working on and decided to play a little joke on him. Well it's not going to work guys. I'm not that naïve. And what's with all that shit about Harvey? He hit the button and when the doors opened, he walked inside and leaned against the wall, folding his arms across his chest as he waited for it to go down.
Dear Michael J. Ross,
I know you probably think you're safe at this company, but I just wanted to tell you a little secret. You will get no where in this business, and I'll make sure about that. I'll find out all of your little secrets. Harvey won't even bat an eyelash at you when I'm through with you. Do you understand Michael? Do you? If you aren't scared by now, I guess the first part of my plan will have to start soon. Hmm…don't worry your pretty little head about it right now. I see how you slave over the hours of work Harvey gives you and it makes me sick. I want to let you know that I deserve to be in your place more then anything. Harvey doesn't care about you, you know? He cares about me. I know it; he just has a hard time of showing it because he doesn't want to show favoritism. Don't think just because you answer to him it means that he thinks of you in the slightest as an equal. Because he doesn't! HE DOESN'T. HE DOESN'T. HE DOESN'T. HE DOESN'T. HE DOESN'T.
HE DOESN'T.
HE DOESN'T.
HE DOESN'T.
HE DOESN'T.
HE DOESN'T.
HE DOESN'T.
HE DOESN'T.
Have a nice day.