Hello! I just want to say I don't own Suits and that i would make this disclaimer witty and charming but i'm waaaaaay to lazy to do that. enjoy!
"Um miss are you lost?" I look up from my from my notes at the man sitting at the cubical next to mine he's leaning forward across his desk getting closer to my face like he's telling me a secret, "I say that because you've been sitting at Mark's desk and don't seem to be moving anytime soon."
I put down my pen tilting my head a bit to the side taking the kid in, he looks about twenty four if that, dressed in a cheap gray suit, with light brown hair and pretty blue eyes that match his ridiculously skinny tie. "Mark was fired. I was hired last week to be his replacement." I respond before picking up my pen and getting back to work, I've only been here for a few days and Mr. Litt has already assigned all of Mark's left over work to me.
"What? He was just at work!" I just shrug at his exclamation hoping he gets the point that I don't want to talk; He's quite for a few seconds before he speaks up again "I'm Mike Ross by the way. You can call me Mike."
"I'm guessing this Mark kid wasn't a friend," Mike merely grimaces while shaking his head no causing me to smile at the childishness of the act "Chloe Carlson." I say shaking his hand, "but seriously I need to get these briefs done by the end of the day so I can't really chat at the moment."
The look on the kids face drops, I sigh and rub my blue eyes as the feeling that Mike doesn't have many friends here slowly creeps up on me. I open my mouth to speak but Louis Litt himself walks around the corner.
"Carlson, are those briefs finished?" I look up at Louis tapping the briefs in question, before taking a deep breath to prepare myself for the coming conversation.
"You said they're due at the end of the day, on your desk by six o'clock." I keep my voice emotionless while I look into Mr. Litt's eyes, working as a public defender the past three years has given me the patience to deal with a lot of horrible bosses.
Louis is propped up against the side of my cubical acting like a buddy that has stopped for a chat "Good, you were listening now do you have them done?" I tilt my head a bit, and rub my nose before looking at my watch, the patience in Louis is slowly draining and I can see it.
"Well considering its only twelve thirty I'm going to go with no they are not done," his face drops into a scowl "however I can assure you by six o'clock they will be on your desk completely finish."
"Oh," all friendliness has dropped from Mr. Litt's voice and I can tell he's trying to think of a way to screw me over "Well I need them by four o'clock." He states and walks away.
"Well there goes my lunch break."
Mike laughs from inside the document he was so interested in while Louis was around "and I thought I had it bad."
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"Skipping lunch again Chloe?" I flip the blond hair out of my face as I look up from the book I have been reading, mike is standing in front of my desk holding a hot dog out to me.
I've been here a whole month and my workload hasn't decreased a single bit, Louis Litt is still an asshole, and the other associates in the office are dull and boring. However there is Mike, and currently Mike is holding a hotdog completely correct about me skipping lunch again for the fifth time this week. "I love you" I wrap my arms around Mike knocking both of us both to the floor before I take a huge bite of the hotdog "Mike your amazing." I mumble out sitting on the floor.
"Wow all of that for a hotdog, what would you have done if Mikey here brought you a happy meal?" I look up still chewing the first bite of my hotdog at a man whose arm is casually propped up against Mike's cubical.
I stand up swallowing the bite of my hotdog. "I have no idea what I would do if he got me a happy meal," he's dressed in a really expensive looking blue pinstriped three piece suit with his brown hair slicked back, from the casual way he's standing he is defiantly not one of the other associates. "But if he brought me candy I'd get in his car."
"Oh that's just cute; you think Mike has a car." I smirks at my response as his eyes run up and down my body sizing me up the same way I did him, I smooth down my skirt and straighten my sleeves suddenly very aware that I probably look frazzled from working like a dog all morning "You're little boyfriend here rides his bike to work."
I smirk at that little tidbit, I myself take the subway to work on most days for the sheer fact that taxis and car insurance are a bit out of my price range, much like they are out of Mikes. "Well a girl's just gotta love an environmentalist." I place a kiss on Mike's cheek now that he's finally be able to pull himself off the floor before I sit back down at my desk and flash the older man one of my biggest most earnest smiles.
The older man laughs in response while Mike's face goes red.
"Oh crap," I push up my sleeve checking my watch "these were due fine minutes ago!" I pick up my pen and scribble a few more notes in the margin before gathering everything "I have to go, Mr. Litt is going to have my ass if these don't get on his desk." I try not to run as I make my way to the elevators.
"Hey Norma," I flash a big grin at Louis's secretary "is Louis in?" unlike Louis Norma likes me but the look on her face is not a good one.
"He left looking for you." My face pales and I quickly check the hallway around me there's another secretary down the hall and a few other lawyers walking around but no Louis.
"Well I'm going to leave these," I hold up the files "on his desk, and then I'm going to hide."
Norma wishes me luck as a jog past her to the stairs, only three flights to run down that's not to bad.
"Thought you could sneak past me?" I can hear simply by the tone of Louis Litt's voice as he taps me on my shoulder that it would have been a perfect day to hide down in my home.
"Is that rhetorical?" his scowl deepens, as I slowly turn around coming eye level with a VERY angry Louis "I mean, hello Sir!" I'm so fired.
"It's five o' twelve where are the Tanner files?" Louis screams at me face completely red with anger, he really doesn't like me.
"I uh," I shake my head trying to clear my thoughts "On your desk sir," I quickly ruffle through my bag pulling out a thick manila folder "and I finished the Flynn briefs early for you." I try to give him the folder, they weren't due until Monday but if it gets him off my back.
"Twelve minutes late Carlson! You know what would happen if you showed up to court late like that?" I open my mouth to respond but he just continues, "it's not like you even do decent work Carlson, you can't just keep scrapping by doing the bare minimum" I take a deep breath as I weigh the pros and cons of defending my work, before deciding that letting him finish his angry tirade would be better for me in the long run then digging myself a deeper hole in Louis's circle of hatred. "Carlson don't think for a second that just because Jessica hired you I don't have the authority to fire you." I take another deep breath and mentally count down from ten "You're lucky to even be working here, you were a middle of the class Harvard graduate that was working in the public defender's office before this."
"On what grounds?" Fuck anger management "I'm sorry but Mr. Litt if you fire me there will be two defense firms and the city prosecution calling me up offering me a job, I had over an eighty percent clearance rate in Boston, which I'll have you know is unheard of for a public defender, let alone someone my age." I shove the folder into Louis's hands before take a deep breath and lowering my voice now that some people have stopped to stare. "And I was hired at this firm not for the my grades or for where I went to school but because Miss Pearson believes in the if you can't beat them then hire them philosophy." I push open the door to the stairs before throwing out one last remark. "Now if you need me or my mediocre skills, I'll be in my cubical."