Readers Facts: This will start somewhere in season one maybe right in a middle of how one episode would go, it may not be the exact way in the episodes but ones with my own personal twist. Mike will still be the fraud, Mike and Rachel will still get together later on but specifically this is a jarvey story. Enjoy!
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¨This isn't just professional, this is personal. You made your goddamn bed you better win! ¨
Same goddamn sentence replaying over and over in my head, thinking back to when I first met Jessica in the mailroom, no one giving a second thought to a kid in a 150 dollar suit sorting through mail, silently but surely climbing his way up the latter. When part of that statement was so far from what just came out the woman's mouth.
*Flashback*
The stuffy file room blended with beige walls, surrounded by enormous amounts of mail, for those uptight foot up the ass lawyers who couldn't turn a nickel in on a dime.
Knocking me out of my thoughts the clicking of that five inch heel I became so familiar with as quick as I can. Without looking up I knew who was staring down at me so intensely with that fire in her eyes as usual.
¨mm¨ is all she said.
Without, a second thought I picked up the stack that said Pearson on the top and handed it to the graceful, distinguished woman in front of me. Having time to think, today was the day I would be bold.
¨why do you always come in here to get your mail, unlike the rest of the lawyers who just waits until it's delivered? ¨
She stopped hand on the door, not even bothering to turn around. ¨Excuse me¨, she said in such a low voice I barely caught it.
Deciding to be even more bold, what's the worst that could happen I thought to myself.
¨ I'm not a man to repeat myself, after all one who doesn't understand the first time isn't one to spend their time on¨ I said loud enough for her to catch but slow enough to stimulate my pride even more.
Seeming hardly impressed, not moving a step but turning around so swiftly like she was born to move like that, she replied ¨arrogance is used by the weak, arrogance makes you ignorant, life as a mail boy. ¨
Sure of making her point across she turned back around, ready to leave me to the mounds of paper and envelopes around us.
¨It wasn't personal, just curiosity no need to shut down everyone with that mean expression on your face¨ I said not realizing what I said.
¨It's never personal not in this business, it's being a professional, something you know nothing of, have a good day Mr. Spectre¨ She said confidently and with that she left the file room.
Sinking back into my chair, going over our conversation and the mistakes I made on the attacks on her feelings. If I'm being honest Her face is anything but mean, it's beautiful.
*end of flashback*
Not thinking much on it, I hadn't realized that one conversation would change my life, and that elegant and sophisticated woman would mean so much in my eyes for the future. That not only will I have an undying loyalty to her, but that she's the woman that is one in a million.
Pearson Hardman…
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