"After everything we've been through…after everything we have meant to each other…you have the audacity to pull this kind of shit?" Rebecca yelled. "What the hell were you thinking, Harvey?"

"I don't know. It just happened." He sighed.

"Things like that don't just happen." She scoffed. "People make it happen."

"What do you want me to say?"

"I want you to tell me why!" She yelled, walking over to the window and staring out at the skyline.

"I don't know why." He admitted. "I just…I couldn't help myself."

She turned around. "That's a cop out and you know it."

"Ok. You want the real reason?" He scoffed. "We aren't working anymore. You have to admit that you've felt it too. We try to gap the distance between us but we can never quite close the gap all the way. And with everything going on around here…we just aren't connecting the way we used to."

"So your way to fix it is to get drunk and sleep with someone else?" She yelled.

"I didn't say it was a good way to fix it."

"It's a good way to end us though." She sighed.

"I'm sorry!" He yelled.

"Oh you're sorry?" She scoffed. "Well then that makes everything alright."

"We can work through this." He told her.

"How?" She yelled. "I thought that cheating was the one thing I never had to worry about with you. I thought your moral code would prevent that. But you're just a cheating asshole like 95% of the general male population."

"C'mon. Rebecca…"

"NO!" She screamed, causing him to shut up. "There is no way to work through this. There is no way to explain it away. And there certainly is no way for you to fix this!"

"I don't believe that."

"Well believe this." She started grabbing his precious signed baseballs and throwing them at him. She watched as he tried to dodge them all, but he couldn't. When she ran out of basketballs she moved on to the basketballs. One of the basketballs hit him in the head.

The last one she picked up was the one she gave him for his birthday that was signed by Julius Ewing. She picked it up and stopped for a moment. He told her once that this was his favorite autographed ball because she gave it to him.

She looked over at him. He still had his hands up in defense, ready to try and deflect the ball. Instead of throwing it at him, she held on to it and walked a little closer to him.

"I think deep down you did want to destroy us." She told him. "I think that is what you wanted. So congratulations on shattering our life. Just remember, if you can shatter things, I can shatter things too."

"Rebecca…I…"

She took a deep breath and threw the basketball at the glass wall of the office. The force of the throw caused the glass to splinter into tiny pieces, causing everyone on the other side to back up. They had a rather large audience of coworkers watching this argument.

She looked over at Harvey. "Don't bother coming home." Without another word, she held her head up high and walked out of his office. She ignored the stares of the people who were watching and headed to the elevator.

She was aware that Donna was running after her and only stopped when Donna grabbed her arm.

"What was that about?" Donna asked.

She looked at her friends' face and felt bad. "Donna, not now."

"Harvey cheated on you?" Donna whispered. "I find that hard to believe."

"Well believe it." She scoffed. "Because it happened. And Harvey and I are now done."

"You can't really mean that though. I mean you two…"

"We are done." She proclaimed. "I'm not playing this game with him anymore. Now if you'll excuse me I have to go home and pack up his stuff. I'll be sending it to his old penthouse. He can stay there from now on."

She didn't wait for Donna to reply before getting into the empty elevator. As soon as the doors closed, she smiled. Phase one of their plan was now complete.

Judging by the number of people in the office who witnessed their very public falling out, things were right on track. There was no way the right people wouldn't hear about this and believe that she was separating from Harvey. While she felt bad about lying to Donna, she knew they had no choice. For this to work, everyone had to believe that this was real. Everything depended on it.