This was going to be the best god damn day of my life. At least, I was going to make sure it turned out the way I wanted to. After graduating from Harvard Law I had a new appreciation for morons. I knew that the people working at Pearson Hardman were all Harvard grads. And that probably made most of them morons. Actually, to be more specific: stuck-up, brown nosing, self-loving, pathetic, alone in life, mama's boys who could never make partner on mars let alone Pearson Hardman. But I did have to admit that the Senior Partners were no babies. They were bad asses, who I must admit, deserved to be called amazing. They were the exception to the Harvard moron rule. They weren't morons. And I knew I was also the exception to this rule. The fist day of freshman year, I had my sights set on Senior Partner at a well respected law firm in Manhattan. Now my sights were set on Pearson Hardman. The man interviewing me and the Morons today is one of the bad asses. He might possibly be the best closer in New York. And I'm not talking about baseball. The chance to work underneath him would be something no Harvard graduate could pass up. Harvey Specter was the MAN. I have to say that I've followed his work and I am impressed. And my appreciation does not come easily. The man is a legend in more ways then one. With the courts he is superman, with the ladies he is Brad Pitt, with people he is Mr. Charming. Over all, he's a freaking bad ass. Now that is someone I want to witness working everyday, so within the next few months, I too, can become at least part bad ass. My reputation will be nothing but perfect within my job and my personal life. I like to win in all ways one can think of, and I will not fall short of my goals. Harvey was going to help me with this. I just had to get hired.
I fixed my expensive Calvin Klein suit ( all I could afford at the moment) around my body, reapplied my lipstick, fluffed my hair, and walked into the waiting room for my interview. My heals hurt and my head was aching from the stress, but I made sure to hold my head high. Because, I, Darcy O' Connell, was a bad ass too. Oh god, please help me too look like some sort of bad ass. Please. The room was filled with…guys. I have to admit, it is frustrating that a lot of women do not receive jobs over men. But I planned to get this spot. They all turned to look at me as I walked in and took a seat. I tried to seem interested in anything other then any of them and listed as the receptionist called out names. I had no idea what I was going to say. All I knew was that I was not going to be that person that had their whole speech and or answers planned out before an interview. That would look like I was trying too hard. AKA, bad idea. One person after another was called in. I could feel the butterflies trying to break out of my stomach and the nerves trying to cause a thunderstorm in my head. Finally I heard it. The dreadful sound of my name.
How could one's one name sound so unholy? "Ms. O'Connell?" Shit.
I walked up the secretary's desk trying not to think about who was behind the closed doors next to me. This was going to be fun.
"Ms. O'Connell, why should I let some girl with bimbo blonde hair and high heels into this interview?" The redhead asked me with a serious face.
What the hell? Was this chick serious? I was not in the mood for harassment, could she not see that I was under major duress? This was not happening when I was steps away from nailing my dream job. No freaking way redhead. You don't even have a freaking soul.
"Well let's see. Most of those guys out there are obsessed with their mothers and picking their noses… or rather Mr. Specter's nose in there. I, on the other hand, have a lot more brains for a girl with blonde hair and a law degree from Harvard. I deserve the job more then any of those pathetic…mama's boys. I swear anymore crap from the peanut gallery and I will not be as nice as I'm being now." I fumed my answer at her and tried to keep a straight face after realizing that was not a good idea. Or a good answer. This just looked bad now. But the redhead didn't react as I was expecting her too. She tilted her head to the side and smiled faintly.
I turned to see Harvey Specter in the doorway smiling brightly at me. Shit. How much had he heard? This was tragic, I ruined my own opportunity by talking about Harvey nose without thinking. I turned to look at the redhead quickly and noticed a rather large wink in his direction. He smiled even bigger and nodded his head before walking toward me. Holy baby Jesus, did I mention he was gorgeous? Because he is.
"Ms. O'Connell, It's very nice to meet you." Harvey said while reaching for my hand. I shook it without wavering. It was important to at least finish my interview process strong. Without anymore insults.
"Likewise, Mr. Specter." he put his hand on my back, directing me into his office the hotel had provided for him. I saw another man in the room, standing by the window. Harvey noticed and introduced us.
"Ms. O'Connell, this is my associate, Mr. Mike Ross." I shook hands with Mike who smiled at me warmly.
"It's nice to meet you Mr. Ross." I told him as I took a seat in front of Harvey's desk. I crossed my legs, ready for anything.
"Please, call me Mike," he said warmly. I smiled at him and turned to Harvey. The butterflies were back.
"Now, Ms. O'Connell. I did manage to overhear the answer you gave my assistant Donna out there. And I did manage to hear the question she asked, if you are worried." I looked at Harvey with a cool face, even though inside I was panicking. " I also, completely agree with you about most of the men who have came in here today. I like a person, let alone a women, that can give such a heated answer in any situation. Including a situation that involves one's future job. I does show that you have, for lack of a better word, balls. And that is something every good lawyer needs."
I looked at him in complete and utter shock. Holy shit, this man was perfect.
" Well I have to say, that I am glad you feel that way." I smiled at him warmly. My stomach was no longer threatening to explode from butterflies. His statement had given me the confidence I was lacking after my little outburst in the lobby.
"Top of your class at Harvard. Impressive. This firm is at the top of your list I see?" Harvey inquired with his eyebrows raised. Yum.
"Yes, I take pride in working hard. And I only want to work for the best, and Pearson Hardman, is indeed, the best." I couldn't keep the smile off my face, and it seemed that Harvey couldn't also.
"And you're a woman." Harvey stated simply, still smiling. My smile dropped instantly.
"If you have a problem, or anyone else for that matter," I said looking at Mike and waving my arms and hands around the room to indicate the whole world, "please let me know, because I can get a sex change. But that might take a while and more money then I have at the moment. I would rather keep my breasts if it's alright with you. I am quite happy with them, and let me tell you, you have no idea how many women would take mine if they could." Another outburst. My mother always said speaking my mind was going to be my problem in life. Take me as I am, please everyone in this god forsaken world, accept me and by big mouth. I cannot help it.
Harvey laughed out loud and tilted his head to the side as he assessed me. Mike was holding a hand over his mouth to keep from laughing too loud. I was embarrassed, but managed to keep my cool.
"Mike, I think we found our new associate." Harvey stated matter a factly.
"Great, I like her." Mike said. I found myself giving them a slight smile.
"Oh really," I said and winked at him. He laughed again and Harvey only shook his head and continued to beam. I looked back at Harvey, "So who's the lucky bastard?"
"That would be the very intelligent, beautiful, talented, outspoken, girl sitting in my presence right now." Harvey told me. I smiled at him.
"Oh Mike over there? Well that just sucks, he already works for you." I looked back and forth between the two men. Both were laughing.
Harvey came around to the front of his desk and leaned against it, crossing his arms.
"Sir, I promise to work harder then any of those mama's boys at your office. I set my goals high for myself, and I will be there for anything whenever you need me. I'm your gal." I winked at him, but then made my face serious. " I take my job very seriously, and being at Pearson Hardman will be no different for me. I have a reputation to establish."
Harvey put one hand on my shoulder and shook my hand with the other one. He was smiling.
"It's going to be fun having you around O'Connell." He said.
"Ah, please call me Darcy." I told both men.
" We'll see. But please call me Harvey. And you don't have a choice, that's your first assignment as my associate." He winked at me and I couldn't help but laugh.
"Of course, Harvey, It would be my pleasure."
"Alright, here is the deal. Your going to report to the office on Monday at eight o'clock. We'll have someone give you a tour and show you to your work space. Then, I expect you to come see me when your settled in. I'll give you your first assignments." He patted me on the back. "This is going to be fun. Thank god I didn't have to hire one of the millions of Mr. Personalities out there. You will be a great addition to our firm."
I smiled at Harvey, "thank you." I walked over to Mike and shook his hand one more time. " See you bright and early on Monday. Now I'm going home, this has been a very, very long day. That the lord I'm not going home jobless." I did the sign of the cross and turned to leave the room while I heard Harvey and Mike laughing.
"I really like her." I heard Mike say as I was almost out of earshot.
"Me too Mike, me too." Harvey. That man was going to make me crazy. I just had no idea how crazy.