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"A red scarf?" Kate asked, "what's so special about a red scarf?" She pictured the object in her mind, she knew what could make a piece of clothing special, but did her father? A scarf is basically just a rectangular piece of fabric and no way her dad would have noticed the texture or the type of fabric.

"But it wasn't just any scarf," he replied getting even a stranger look from his daughter. "It was a scarf I had once lost."

Nate started laughing, "How on earth did you know it was your scarf, don't they all look the same."

Now the old lawyer was laughing, oh boy how his son was wrong; if he had just listened to his mother or sister once he would know that when it came to cloths or accessories for that matter, nothing looked the same. "Because my initials were embroidered on it."

"Okay, but you said you had met mom a long time before that," Kate recalled, "So, what was the first time you saw her?"

"It was about a decade before the fundraiser. I was celebrating a win of a case, but I was .." the man stopped for a second, "now you might not believe this about your old man, but I was about to get myself in some big trouble and there she was. I looked to the right and spotted red…"

"Scarf!" Nate exclaimed, "she already had the scarf back then?" His sister moved to the edge of the couch, slightly shocked by her brothers sudden excitement about this story.

"Probably, I don't know," the lawyer replied, "but what I was going to say was that I spotted red pumps and in them one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen. She came up to me and tried to change my mind about the thing I was about to do. I thought it was weird, this strange woman given her unsolicited advice, but then she did this analysis kind of thing she does and I was convinced; she had changed my mind."

"Can we get something to drink?" Kate interrupted her father.

"Yeah, and some snacks?" her brother joined.

The old man sighed, he was in the middle of his story. "Fine, but get me some too," he replied as his kids had already wandered off to the kitchen. He got up himself and poured him a drink before he seated himself on his couch again. He looked around his living room and spotted all the little things that she had added to his life; it were the most simplest of things, but to them they meant everything. Well almost everything, he thought when he heard his two kids laughing in the kitchen, they and their mom meant everything to him.

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"So where was I," he thought out loud, "Oh yeah, so next I went to your aunt Jessica. I told her about what was going on and asked her for help, but she basically told me no."

"Aunt Jessica?" Kate asked, "she said no? But she's always so nice to us."

He laughed and thought about Jessica, "to you two she is. But I cannot count the times she said no to me, but I understand now that she did all that for the benefit of the firm."

"You mean your firm, Pearson Specter Litt Ross?" Nate asked, confused taken his own surname aside, neither of the names he was able to connect to his aunt Jessica.

"Yes, it was just Pearson Hardman at the time," he started, "but Pearson is or was her surname, besides 'Malone Specter Litt Ross' just doesn't sound the same." He chuckled at the sound of that.

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He continued with telling his children about the problem he was facing and how Jessica wasn't able to help him. "So that woman that helped me that day," he continued, "she was, well is incredible. You never had to ask or tell her to do something, she just did. And she knew everything, I don't know how, but she did. Or she thought she did anyway, but that's a story for another time. She wasn't just like any secretary, she was a girl Friday, a friend and I was lucky to have her."

"So, if mom wasn't a client, she worked for you?" Nate asked his dad.

"No," he answered his son, "because that woman I just told you about, isn't your mother. That is your aunt Donna. She was still working for me at the time of that fundraiser I told you about. God did I miss her when she left me."