Mike walked toward his office. He found himself lost in thought as he acknowledged that everything was different now. He was an actual lawyer, with Harvey's old office, and he was legally working at Pearson Specter Litt. He couldn't help but smile, his dreams had become a reality.

He straightened his tie and thought back to how all of this had come to be, just as Harvey called him into his office.

"Hey Mike, I need you to get these briefs to Louis, and shred these for me," Harvey stated, barely looking up from his desk.

Mike sighed, so much for everything being different.

"You're aware that I'm no longer your associate, and that there are plenty of associates and paralegals running around that could do that for you, right? Or, even better, you could do it yourself."

Harvey grinned and leaned back in his chair.

"But I'm managing partner, and it's so much more fun to make you do it."

"I think someone is letting their power go to their head," Mike joked, as he picked up the briefs and scanned through them.

"Who, me? Never. I only use my power for good."

Mike rolled his eyes. No he didn't.

On his way out of Harvey's office he thought of all the work he had to do for his own cases, and wished he hadn't wasted time bantering with Harvey. He flipped through the stack Harvey had said to shred again, noticing the words Miller vs. Gonzalez. Wasn't that the case Harvey and Louis were working on?

Mike backtracked to Harvey's office only to find he'd gone to a meeting. He shrugged it off, Mike had a photographic memory and Harvey didn't get to be managing partner by making mistakes. He shredded the documents, put the other briefs in Louis' office, and was happy to finally be done with the errand that took far longer than it should have.

That is, until 6 o'clock, when Louis came barging into his office.

"Mike!" Louis all but shouted.

Mike's head shot up to look at Louis. The tone of his voice pierced through Mike's gut, leaving him with more than just a feeling that something was wrong.

"Yeah, Louis?" Mike began carefully, "what can I do for you?"

Mike took off his glasses in anticipation as Louis' expression changed dramatically.

"Do you want to tell me why the hell I walked into a meeting with miscellaneous papers from some case Harvey settled three weeks ago?!"

Mike's heart sunk as he realized what had happened. Harvey had screwed up, and consequentially, that meant he had screwed up too. Part of him wondered why Louis hadn't reviewed the file before walking into the meeting.

"Louis," Mike started, but he was cut off.

"I don't know if you think this is some sort of game or something, but this isn't middle school. Pranks cost actual money, not to mention clients, and daddy can't get you out of all your messes. Give me the damn papers and don't you ever mess with me like that again or I don't care what Harvey says, I will make your life a living hell."

"Louis, it wasn't a prank! Do you think I'm some sort of idiot? Harvey gave me two files, one to give to you and one to shred. He must have mixed up the order because-"

"Wait a second," Louis fumed, "are you telling me you shredded them?"

Mike remained silent. Why couldn't Louis listen long enough to see that this was all a misunderstanding?

"Answer me, dammit!"

"It was a mistake, it's not a big deal Louis, I'll just go reprint them for you."

"Not a big deal?!" Louis yelled, "It doesn't matter if you can just 'reprint them for me'. You made me look like a fool in front of my clients, and for what? Huh? Did you think it would be funny to make me look stupid? Did mommy and daddy not teach you how to be a decent human being before they died? Because from where I'm standing they're lucky enough not to see what a piece of crap you've become!"

Mike's anger flared. The shock of what Louis had just said knocked the wind out of him, and subsequently, anything he could have said in response was momentarily lost.

"Next time, I'll get them from Harvey myself."

And with that, Louis exited the room.

Mike recovered slowly, as the anger flooded through him like a river threatening to overflow. Just as he decided to go and confront Louis, Harvey walked in the room.

"What the hell, Mike?" Harvey accused angrily.

Harvey's timing couldn't have been worse.

"Screw you, Harvey," Mike said hotly, ignoring the look of disbelief on Harvey's face, "I don't know who you think you are, blaming me for your damn mistakes, but I have work to do, so you can get the hell out of my office. Next time you want to throw someone under the bus, why don't you go to an actual associate, because I'm done helping you only to end up regretting it."

"Just who the hell do you think you're talking to?" Harvey demanded.

"No, Harvey, who the hell do you think you're talking to? You think now that you're managing partner you're any different than you were? You're still just a selfish rule bending dick who's never made any sacrifices for anyone that didn't benefit himself! Get. Out!"

"Mike." Harvey said coldly.

Mike slammed his hands down on his desk.

"GET! OUT!"

Harvey stared at Mike with a glare that would have instilled fear in the heart of Jessica Pearson herself.

Mike felt his adrenaline rush fade slowly, until all he was left with was a staring contest and an angry Harvey. He broke eye contact first and disintegrated slowly into his chair.

"Harvey," he attempted.

"Mike. Go home."

Mike was going to protest, but noticed the increasing number of people staring at them through the glass that encompassed his office. They'd all heard him, or at the very least they'd heard that last part.

Part of Mike was still pissed, but for the moment he was ashamed for letting his temper get the best of him. He grabbed his messenger bag and swung it over his shoulder, brushing past Harvey.

"I'll see you tomorrow. If you still have a job," Harvey commented so only Mike could hear.

Mike made his way over to the elevator as his anger threatened to overtake him yet again. He made his way down and hopped on his bike, only he had no intention of going home. His next stop was a bar.