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Thank you for clicking to read! I hope you enjoy the story. I have about twenty chapters plotted for this story. Most chapters will be about six to ten thousand words. The first and second chapters are the shortest. Thanks to Augusta for reading this and giving feedback. Much love:)

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Synopsis:

When faced with a client that has strict moral values, Harvey Specter is forced to rely on the firm's researcher, Allison Spicer to act as his long standing companion. What beings as a fake date ends with them in bed and life changing consequences. Forced to examine exactly what they want, Harvey and Ally navigate the difficulties of life and the decisions they've made.

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Part One: Follow Your Arrow

"…Say what you feel

Love who you love

'Cause you just get

So many trips 'round the sun

Yeah, you only

Only live once…"

~ "Follow Your Arrow" – Kasey Musgraves

Sunday, May 22, 2011

It was late and the sun had already set.

The New York City skyline was lit up and the lights from other buildings glowed around his fiftieth floor corner office. Only one light was on and his laptop glowed in front of him on the conference table. Harvey Specter sat in his office chair and stared down at the work in front of him without actually seeing the words printed on the page.

Jessica Pearson's words floated in his head about their new client and he suppressed the urge to pace with frustration at the objections that had been brought up. The new client that Jessica was trying to snag clearly didn't understand that lawyers didn't have personal lives. Margo Willard was an aging billionaire and her business would generate more than twenty million dollars a year in revenue if she signed with them. It was something that the firm couldn't afford to lose and Jessica was determined to retain the ultra religious billionaire.

Harvey heard the knock on his glass door, but he didn't say a word. There were only a handful of people at the office and he knew who was entering just from the sound. After a moment, he drew his gaze away from the work laid out in front of him and looked up.

Donna stood in his office with a gloomy expression on her face. Sitting down across from him, she crossed her legs and sighed loudly. His eyes snapped back to the work in front of him and Harvey dropped the pen that had been in his hand on the glass desktop. He waited for Donna to say something and she didn't keep him waiting long.

"What did Jessica say?"

"She told me to take care of it," he said, leaning back in the chair. "Apparently, Mrs. Willard is extremely religious and moral uptight. Jessica is convinced that my bachelorhood will drive away the client."

"And Mrs. Willard won't accept a meeting with anyone but you," Donna concluded and relaxed back in her own chair. "What are you going to do, Harvey?"

"Nothing, Donna. Friday I will have a dinner meeting with her and I plan to discuss business and nothing else. Personal details don't matter," Harvey told her and his secretary winced.

"Margo Willard fired the last three lawyers she's had on retainer over some personal issue. The last guy was fired over an affair. She's not gonna talk just business."

Harvey gave her a look that conveyed he already knew what she said was true. He'd done his research and he'd reached the same conclusion that Donna had. Mrs. Willard wouldn't want to do business based simply on the fact that she disagreed with his personal life choices and it was complete bullshit. There had to be a way around it.

What he needed was a plan to combats the woman's issues with his personal life. An older woman, Margo Willard had already given Jessica a dressing down for being a single, unmarried woman with no children and only a career. He almost flinched just thinking about the conversation that he'd shared with Jessica after that. She'd been furious, but the money that Margo Willard could bring to them stayed any desire to cut the woman off.

"I have an idea," Donna said as she stood up. "You just need a date to act like a girlfriend or companion and it can't be like the girls that normally keep you company. Models don't count. You need someone that will sell you as not being the womanizer type."

Harvey looked confused for a moment before he caught on. Sitting up straighter, he pointed his pen at Donna as she reached for her cell phone.

"What's your idea?"

Donna didn't reply as she quickly typed a text message.

Allison Spicer had become accustomed to her quiet world.

Looking at the picture of her older sister on the mantle, she dusted around it. Cleaning her father's house on Sunday evenings had become somewhat of a ritual for them both. His caregiver, who also worked as a housekeeper, would cook and they would eat together before they'd watch an Alfred Hitchcock movie. Alzheimer's disease had left her father a shell of his former self and seeing him in such a state broke her heart, but Ally was grateful that the money her mother had left them both could support them through his illness.

As an investment banker, Marianne Spicer had been moderately successful before her untimely death. ALS had brutally ripped her from them too soon and Ally had hated every moment that she'd watched her mother fade away. It had all been too much for her father and a heart attack at his wife's funeral had ultimately led to his early retirement. Before Marianne's death, she had ensured that her husband would be well taken care of. It was one thing that Ally could be grateful for in the end.

Death felt like a permanent fixture in the house. Marianne Spicer had been dead only six months when Ally's world had been completely altered by her older sister's death. Joanna had been bright and the same day of her death, Ally's world had become so much quieter. A far away, distorted noise that sounded like her name caused Ally to turn around. She didn't gaze at the woman's eyes.

No, Ally looked at Rosa's lips. A head injury had robbed her of almost all her hearing and after ten years, Ally had adjusted to life and accepted what had happened. She'd even learned how to thrive after months of depression after the horrific events that had led to her hearing loss. Not all hearing was gone and she could feel the vibrations from deep pitches. Extremely loud pitches gave her ears a ringing sensation, but most things simply had faded away.

Talking at first had first been a challenge, but Ally had learned how to find the right volume after practice. Her voice was still soft, people could hear what she was saying. Donna, one of the few people at Pearson Hardman who knew her secret besides Jessica, had coached her to find the right volume to use and Ally was eternally grateful to her.

"Dinner is ready," Rosa said.

"Lasagna?" Ally asked as she set her dusting rag down on the coffee table.

"It's the only thing I can get your father to eat!"

Rosa smiled at her and Ally shared it. Howard Spicer had always been detailed oriented and his illness hadn't changed that about him. He needed the structure that Rosa gave him. Leaving the private office, she crossed the hall to the dining room. Her father was already at the table and she leaned down to press a kiss to his cheek. Setting her phone down in the spot where she'd sit, Ally touched the back of her chair.

"It looks good, doesn't it, Dad?"

Howard looked at her blankly for a moment and the familiar pang of hurt bloomed in her chest. His good days were far and few in between and he'd forgotten her. After a second, his eyes brightened with recognition and he smiled at her.

"Allison," he murmured. "It's time to eat."

"Yes, and it looks good."

Pushing aside the feelings, Ally sat and reached for the cooked spinach. She spooned a small amount onto her plate before passing it to Rosa, who sat across the table from her. Watching Rosa help her father, Ally looked briefly down to the table when she felt the vibration. A new message from Donna was on the screen of her phone.

Need a favor for Fridaynight – D

Intrigued, Ally excused herself from the table and walked out of the dining room knowing how much Rosa was annoyed by phones at the dinner table. Crossing the hall to the private office she had been dusting minutes ago, Ally leaned next to the window. Letting the street lights from outside shed some dim light onto her hands, she typed back her response.

What kind of favor?–A

Within a heartbeat, Ally had her answer.

Fake date with Harvey for a possible BIGclient with the firm.He already agreed and Ineed you for a big favor.– D

Reading the message, Ally couldn't stop the laughter that escaped her lips. Working with Donna at Pearson Hardman had made life interesting, but this request had by far been the most outrageous that she had ever gotten.

Monday, May 23, 2011

It was early in the morning when Ally walked to Donna's desk. It was before before seven and the office was slowly waking up. Her heels clicked on the marble floors before crossing to the carpet. She received several strange looks from associates who were in the office early. Being the firm's main researcher, Ally's office was next to the private law library. Her title was pretty, but her job was to help Rachel Zane with the many cases they were assigned and help the associates with research for other cases. Harvey Specter was a senior partner that rarely ventured near the law library and she had only spoken with him one time in the whole of her employment.

Sleep had given Ally new clarity and she'd changed her mind. The whole situation was a good joke, but she wasn't going out on a date with Harvey Specter, real or fake. If he had a problem, Ally was confident he could solve it on his own. He was after all the best closer in the city…maybe the whole eastern seaboard. A small hiccup like the one Donna had explained wouldn't stop the man. The corner office that belonged to Harvey Specter was illuminated by the waking sun through the spectacular glass windows. Ally was surprised to see the man himself sitting at his desk. Donna's cubical was still empty and the whole situation felt surreal. Donna was usually there first and Harvey came in later in the morning.

The lean figure of the senior partner moved and he stood up. Slowing down her steps, Ally was even more surprised when he crossed his office and leaned in his doorway, clearly waiting for her. Schooling her features to give nothing away, Ally walked to him. Silently, he held out his arm as a gesture for her to enter the office first. Many bad things could be said about Harvey Specter, but Ally would acknowledge that he did have manners.

The cool office had an impressive view of the city. It was a sight that Ally could have stayed and watched all morning if she'd had a chance. Pulling her attention away from the view, Ally watched Harvey close the glass door to the office behind him. She steadied herself to tell him that she couldn't be the fake date that he needed to secure a client. The whole situation was strange and she couldn't do it. It would be awkward and the client would see right through them.

"Take the heels off," he said and Ally raised an eyebrow. His words erased the planned speech that she had in her head and left her temporarily speechless.

What the hell was he talking about?

Take her shoes off?

"Excuse me?" Ally finally managed to choke out after several moments.

"Your shoes," Harvey said again. "Take them off. If we're gonna sell this thing, I have to know if we're gonna look odd next to each other."

He stood in front of her with his hands in his pockets. It couldn't be said that Harvey Specter wasn't a commanding presence. He filled the room with his raw power and his simple demand paralyzed her. Even with the heels on, the top of her head reached his shoulders. Ally was well aware of her height. Plenty of guys had said that barely reaching over five foot was a game changer and those words stung.

She didn't have the model long legs that were all the rage.

Ally also knew that she didn't have the curved hips, bust, or body of the kind of women that Harvey Specter normally dated. The whole situation was humiliating.

Swallowing hard, she stood in front of him and slipped off her heels. The difference wasn't dramatic, but instead of being at his jaw, her face was level with his heart. She was close enough that she could have simply leaned forward and rested her head on his chest. The smell of sandalwood and lemon soap enveloped her and she breathed it in. His eyes moved over towards the door and following his gaze, Ally saw Donna watching them with rapt interest before she turned away. Ally looked back to him and his focus was already on her again. His dark eyes watched her carefully and she noticed little things.

At thirty-eight, Harvey had the beginnings of smile lines in the corner of his eyes. It wasn't much, but the small creases made him appear human. She examined him and all the while, she wondered what he saw when he looked at her. At thirty, she wasn't gray like Norma and a daily application of beauty cream kept her skin smooth and free of the very age lines that had begun to plague him.

Just looking at him, Ally could tell that he took care of himself. The cut of his suit was sharp and beneath the expensive fabric, she would have bet anything that his body was hard and muscular. The deep rumble of his voice reached her ears and she almost smiled. His words sounded distorted and far away, but his lips helped her to easily piece together what he was saying.

"Good. We don't look odd."

"Is that the only concern you had?"

"No, the concern is selling this scheme to Margo Willard. Donna will help you with that," he said as he walked back around to his desk chair and sat down. Ally slipped her feet back into the heels. She stared at him, desperately trying to erase the memory of him being close to her from her mind. It wasn't that she didn't like him being close, it was the exact opposite. Just the smell of his aftershave, soap, or whatever the hell that scent had been was enough to make her forget her name and why she was in his office.

"Is that all or do you actually need me for something?"

Harvey looked back up at her from the paper that he had started to read. His dark eyes lingered on her before he spoke.

"Wear black and have Donna help you find a dress for Friday," he replied before looking down at the papers again. Not bothering to say anything, Ally left the office and looked at Donna with a slight frown as the secretary sipped on a cup of coffee.

"You didn't tell him," Ally said with a frown.

"How much you can or can't hear isn't important," the redhead responded as she sorted papers. "Harvey doesn't care about things like that."

Ally raised a brow, "Donna, you owe me for this."

"I know how to make it up to you."

"How?"

"Shopping for a dress. Harvey already said I could go with you," Donna said with a grin as she leaned back in her desk chair. Ally crossed her arms and leaned on the top of the secretarial cubical.

"He told me to get something black."

"We'll just ignore him. I'll come find you for lunch and we'll go then."

Ally chuckled and walked away. The date would be a disaster from start to finish, Ally was sure of that. Specter would be the lawyer and talk business with Margo Willard while she sat and sipped on her expensive wine and was ignored. It was not her ideal Friday night, but in the end it wouldn't be so bad. At the very least, she could brag that she got to spend some of Harvey Specter's money.

You made it! Thank you for reading! Reviews are welcomed and loved (more reviews get faster updates:), I promise). This will be a Harvey/OC story with everyone making an appearance. Mike will show up in a few chapters and it will start with season one and so on. Thanks again for reading! Let me know what you think! I do respond to each and every review that I get whether it be through PM or after the chapter.

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