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milf
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"Dude, have you seen her?"
He's already in the elevator that morning, having left after her after a late night of meetings and briefs. She had an early meeting this morning interviewing new potential associates so they had to leave separately, which he really hates.
So he had taken an extra hour of sleep where he could, knowing what today was going to be like, then got ready slowly, and now he finds himself in the elevator behind two wannabe junior associates, apparently on their second interview for a spot at the firm.
He smirks to himself, listening to their conversation. It only took one sentence of their back and forth before he realized who they were talking about.
"Bro, I know, I interviewed with her last week, she's insane."
Harvey doesn't know their names and he knows he literally never will. There's no time to learn the names of people Louis will make cry.
"She's a fucking milf," the blonde guy says, turning towards his dark haired friend.
Harvey nearly chokes on his coffee, his hands clenching at his side. He wants to punch them in their scrawny faces because Donna Paulsen may, in fact, be a milf but she's his milf. Objectifying his girlfriend is his job, especially because when he does it he usually follows it with touch and taste, all of which Donna wholeheartedly approves of.
These two scrawny brats are in for a rude awakening this morning because it won't just be Donna interviewing them.
He just hopes he keeps his shit together long enough that Donna doesn't kill him, though he figures that doesn't seem likely.
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