Just a quick little thing I thought up a few weeks ago.. and then forgot to publish! Ooops.I hope y'all enjoy it :)
Louis Litt sat at his desk, alone.
Donna entered his office, and Louis felt a rush of hope. She handed him a folder full of documents, and Louis noticed some red ink of her hands. He took this opportunity to try and coax and impromptu Macbeth scene out of her.
"Why Donna, is that a spot of blood on your delicate hand?," he asked, coming off creepier than he intended. Donna wrinkled her nose.
"No. It's red pen."
She exited, briskly striding back down the hall to Harvey's office. Louis sighed. Of course she wouldn't engage in role-play with him. After the way her interrogated her about her relationship with Harvey – it made him sick that she loved that cocky bastard, when she deserved better… like him - and after his vote for Hardman last week, she was on the Louis hate train along with everyone else. Only Harold still deigned to talk to him, and that was because Harold was afraid of Louis.
Jessica gave him looks that could freeze hell over, and that was when she didn't avoid him. And then there was Harvey. The look of disgust on Harvey's face when he saw Louis hurt, because this time, Louis knew exactly why Harvey hated him so much. Before, he didn't get why Harvey didn't like him. He always thought that they could be really close pals.
Mike followed his master, as always. Louis may have control over the associates, but Mike Ross wouldn't even bat an eye when Louis gave him something to do. Rachel Zane, the pretty paralegal, wouldn't even acknowledge him. Even after their run-in at the ballet, which Louis thought had started to form a friendship, meant nothing.
It seemed that everyone wanted him gone, and if he didn't show up for work the next day, no one would give a shit. He could move to Mexico and people would pass by his office without even blinking.
He would jump ship and head to another firm, but he had a non-compete clause. And he didn't want the client that he cultivated, the working relationships he had built, to end up in Harvey's grasp.
As everything at Pearson Hardman usually did.