At Pearson Specter, the early morning was nothing out of the ordinary. Donna had walked in maybe twenty minutes ago, and her boss, of course, was nowhere to be seen. Being a secretary meant getting Harvey's stuff done, and that usually required her to be here an hour earlier than him and today was no exception. As she sat down, Donna opened up her documents that needed finishing and started typing, stamping, and post-iting away. If she was lucky, she would have the time to grab a coffee before the hectic workday REALLY started. Before she had to deal with her hardass of a boss.
And another half hour later, Donna was done with all that needed to be done. Usually this stuff took secretaries hours, but then again, this was Donna. She stood up, grabbed her purse, only to come in contact with a steaming hot cup of coffee. And behind it, Harvey.
"Good Morning, Donna. Do I pay you more than our associates to go on coffee breaks?" he greeted her with a chesire cat grin.
"What is this?" Donna asked, her hand referring to the cup.
"What else do you think it is? I bought you coffee. Geez, Donna, I thought you knew everything."
"I bet you didn't get it with skim milk."
"Do you really think I would dare overlook that little detail? It has sugar and whipped cream in it too, don't worry. " he smirked.
Donna took the cup and put it carefully on her table. Then she turned around and sat down in her luxury cubicle, leaned her cheek on her right arm, and smiled.
"What do you want, Harvey?"
"What, can't I just bring my secretary some high-maintenance coffee?"
"Considering the fact that when I got fired and you didn't even tell me yourself, no, you can't."
Harvey's smirk disappered. "Come on, Donna, are we still on that?"
"No. But hey, just a reminder so you don't forget." Now it was Donna's turn to smirk.
He sighed before pulling out a card that with "You're invited!" printed on it alongside the Harvard school song.
"Okay, I have a Havard reunion coming up, and you know I hate these things. People trying to act like they own the world with their job and family and all that..."
"Mhm?" Donna cocked an eyebrow.
"And there's this guy, Henry Ebenmeyer. He graduated like, 5 spots below me and he emailed me to basically try to rub it in my face, except he failed in one aspect but the mention of family. He has 3 kids, all who are super smart and have their life set in prepatory schools."
"Aaaaaand what does this have to do with me?" Donna says, with a sly smile while rubbing her hands over the keys of her computer. She already knew what he needed from her, to find dirt on this Ebenmeyer guy so he could have the utimate upper hand. But on the occasion she liked to see him grovel, and today was a perfect opportunity.
Harvey stared at her with a "are you kidding me expression" before closing his eyes, taking a deep breath, and finding it in himself to finally say, "I need you to come to this with me as my wife."
