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-HARVEY-

That certainly hadn't gone well. Harvey stood in the doorway of Louis' office staring after Mike as he fled. He wondered how long the boy had been standing there. Not that it mattered, because the damage was done.

He contemplated whether or not he should go after Mike. Donna certainly would tell him to. But he, the great Harvey Specter, had no idea what to say. How could he possibly explain this in a way that didn't make him the world's biggest asshole?

He felt like he was in one of those stupid nineties movies where the guy makes a bet with his friends to get with the awkward girl, and then she finds out and hates him, but meanwhile he'd actually fallen completely in love with her and has to win her back.

Minus the falling in love part.

He knew that no amount of excuses or pleading would convince Mike that even though he'd hired him for a selfish reason, it ended up being the best decision he'd ever made, and he didn't want to lose him. The little nagging voice in his head told him that it wouldn't hurt to try, but Harvey never really listened to that voice. It was too much like a conscious, which was for someone who had, you know, a soul.

He decided he'd give Mike a night to cool off, and then they could have a rational discussion when he came into work the next morning.

-MIKE-

Mike biked home on autopilot, unlocked the door of his apartment, and collapsed on the couch. He still couldn't fully come to terms with the fact that the last few months had been a complete lie. He'd thought that Harvey appreciated him, and was maybe starting to be just a little proud of him even. But really all the sick fuck wanted was to win at some childish competition with Louis fucking Litt.

He shunned the thought that popped unbidden into his mind that Louis found him attractive. Now that was just disgusting. He didn't have a problem with guys who liked guys, but Jesus, Louis? That he just couldn't handle.

But even that couldn't distract him from the utter pain and desolation he was feeling. Things hadn't gotten this bad since he'd been kicked out of school, and now he didn't even have Trevor to run to when he was a sobbing mess.

His head was pounding like two freight trains were repeatedly colliding against his skull. He made his way painfully to the bathroom and gulped down two aspirins.

The worst part of it all was that Harvey hadn't even bothered to follow him. He hadn't said a word, and then he let Mike just leave.

That was it. The thing that made up Mike's mind. He was going to quit. There was no way he could stay at Pearson Hardman now. He couldn't work with Harvey. He'd call Jessica in the morning and inform her of his decision.

He kicked off his shoes and tossed his suit across a chair, not caring if he wrinkled it, because it's not as if he was ever going to wear it again. Stupid thing that Harvey had made him spend at least half his signing bonus on…

Harvey.

He'd put the man up on such a pedestal. Basically worshipping the ground he walked on. Harvey had pulled him up from one of the lowest points in his life and given him an insane opportunity. Just that someone like Harvey Specter thought he was good enough to hire was greater than anything anyone other than his grandmother had done for him in over a decade. And he'd completely trusted Harvey. He'd let down the walls he'd so carefully built up, and finally let himself be happy, be hopeful.

But Harvey had taken that trust and rammed it ten feet into the ground. There was no way Mike would ever let himself be that vulnerable again.

And there was no way he could ever look at Harvey Specter with any ounce of the respect he'd once had for him, if he could look at Harvey at all.

-HARVEY-

The next morning, Harvey was in his office at seven. He hadn't slept well the previous night, but it had nothing to do with Mike… nothing at all.

He knew he had royally screwed up, but there was nothing he could do. When Mike came in, he would briefly explain the situation and then move on. Mike was a big boy, he could get past this.

But Mike didn't come in. It was almost nine when Harvey realized that no highlighted files had been dropped ceremoniously on his desk, and no semi-bragging detailed summary had been recited to him. Mike was rarely—never—on time, but he was never this late.

Harvey dialed Mike's cell number. It went to voicemail. "Mike, where are you, I need the Stevenson briefs. Actually, you were supposed to give them to me yesterday. You better be on your way here." He hung up the phone just as Jessica barged into his office.

He looked up raising an eyebrow. "To what do I owe your delightful presence?" he asked.

Jessica furrowed her brow in unmasked fury. "I'm sick of your bullshit, Harvey," she sounded angry, and exasperated.

Harvey cocked his head. "What?"

"What did you do?"

"Jessica believe me, I have no idea what you are talking about. Did something happen with a client—?"

Jessica cut him off. "Shut up, Harvey. I got a call from your associate this morning. Mike Ross quit."

Harvey stared. "He what?"

Jessica nodded. "I asked him why, and all he said was that you would know." She pressed her index finger and thumb to the bridge of her nose. "You've gone too far."

Harvey was completely thrown. He hadn't been expecting this at all. Sure, he knew Mike must be upset, but this was a little extreme. He looked up at Jessica.

"What do you want me to do?" he asked.

"Well, if you don't get your ass over to his apartment and fix whatever the hell you did, you're fired." And she turned around, heels clicking as she left his office, leaving no room for debate.