Harvey looked at Mike with disbelief. From her desk Donna took a sip of double mocha latte with skim milk in the most casual way possible. "You're really sure about this", said Harvey, deciding if he should be impressed or fire him on the spot.
After briefly flipping through some files, Mike said, "Yes- you know what? After this is over you are going to thank me".
"Your still young so let me get something straight with you. If you go through with this and fail, you better thank you lucky stars I don't send you back to the shit hole you crawled out from", said Harvey. Donna's eyes widened trying not to let Mike notice as he brushed out of the office, the determined look on his face doused.
Harvey was too preoccupied to notice his stealthy subordinate slink into the room. "I'll let you borrow my gun", said Donna, "it would take just as long and put the same look on that poor kid's face". The closer's features were stern but he took particular care to avoid eye contact. Harvey's new associate, Mike, had been hired a week ago mostly on a whim.
"I know you want to flip this guy over and serve him Harvey style" Donna continued, "but I really think you should give him a chance to spread his wings and. . . I'm Donna". Her maroon hair was glowing in the office light. Most women are best baking in the sun but this tiger was clearly a different breed.
"Are you flippin' kidding me?" Harvey's eyes danced across the paper walls. Donna's words passed right through him. Her anger turned to fear. There was something going on that she didn't know about. And she knew about everything. She's Donna.
"Louis, I need your help with um. . . something", Mike said sheepishly
"Is it a big something or a little something because you know I don't have time to babysit the new associates", Louis replied. His overbite looked at Mike, who in turn grew nervous. He knew his name held no authority at the firm and if he really going to raid Beijing he needed the big guns, which unfortunately was Louis.
The man with the overbite was halfway out the door when Mike made out the words, "I want to sue Harvey Specter, for being a dick", they were surrounded by a tapestry of books which seemed to close in on him. Did Louis think he was playing a joke, or was he seriously considering joining forces? It was too soon to tell.
Louis bobbed a finger at Mike and gushed, "I like the way you think, Harvard boy", Mike's skin turned pale at the mention. He had never actually attended Harvard, a mandatory qualification for associates. "Before I risk my limbs to help you out", Louis said, "I'm going to need you to show me how much you want it".
"Okay. . ." responded Mike.
"You see those associates? Every one of them is mine", said Louis.
"I'm aware", said Mike, thanking his lucky stars.
"And every month I give each of them a trial, a kind of test to keep them on their toes"
"What do you want me to do?" Mike said at last.
"I want you", he said, wagging the finger again "to find two people to be witnesses, two people who will expose Harvey for the cold-blooded jerk he is", Louis looked like he was about to have a heart attack.
"Well I was gonna do that-"
"-One of those witnesses has to be Donna", Louis interrupted. He licked his lips as beads of sweat trickled down his face.
Mike's face filled with dread as the revelation hit him like a bullet train and he finally knew why Louis held the reputation as the meanest man at Pearson Hardman.
Mike knew he had to tackle the situation head on. Because the more he hesitated, the more the fears and doubts would creep in. He was in enemy territory now and if he was going to survive, he had to shake hands with the devil herself.
He arrived just in time to see a client, Harvey's technical boss, take a thorough beating from the red mistress herself.
"You lied to Harvey!" she thwacked him with the latest issue of Women's Monthly.
"And what can you possibly do to stop me-"
"This deal was operating in bad faith, which means you were operating on the bounds of the law", Donna said, "If word were to get out about this little stunt you would be lucky to get a squirrel to represent you".
His tone changed quickly like he wasn't the same person "I'll give ten percent, no strings", he said, the corners of his eye throbbed.
"It's not me you should apologize to, apologize to Harvey", Donna said, "and make it twenty percent". Her smile grew.
"I love you", said Mike, under his breath.
His mission now seemed impossible, he had to somehow convince Harvey's queen to slander his name in trial. He took a deep breath and dug in.
"Hi, Donna-", started Mike.
"Don't you Donna me, what in the world are you still doing here!?" Donna said, with vehement rage. "I thought Harvey made it clear that we have no room for someone of your disposition".
The stunned associate now deeply regretted not stopping by the coffee bar on his way over. "About that, I was going to tell you that-"
"Tell me what? You've known Harvey for five days and you're already a big, fat, jerk?" said Donna.
"So I take it you won't be my witness." jutted Mike, taking one last swing.
"If you were anyone else I wouldn't", said Donna, puckering her lips.
"But. . ." Mike leaned in, he could feel the warmth of her forehead and she smelled amazing.
"Don't tell Harvey", she said at last.
"Won't that be kind of. . ."Mike was going to say awkward but Donna had already packed up some things and was pulling him by the collar.
"If we're going to do this thing then let's get it on", she said.
"Are you sure about this?" said Mike, noticing that the files she brought were designated for this very assignment.
They stopped suddenly, breaking mike out of his spell. Donna shared her words, "Sometimes taking care of Harvey means kicking his ass myself".