There was a funny scene going on in Harvey's office, but then again it happened every time Harvey and Louis went up against each other. In fact it had happened so often in the past few days that Donna was bored of it already. She continued to eavesdrop out of sheer habit.

"The point of this mock trial was to teach the associates the specifics of the law, not to display your arrogance and misplaced sense of confidence!" stormed Louis stamping his feet like someone who was about to pass out from anger.

"Do you have to act like a baby every time you lose an in-house trial?!" retorted Harvey going over his calendar. He could allow Louis to amuse him for another hour before he had to go see a client.

"You know Harvey all you did today was prove yourself to be a self-obsessed lawyer. If you had stuck to the plan we could have displayed great strategies that the associates could learn from even without going to a real trial. But you had to improvise last minute!"

"What's the big deal? I hit upon a better idea. If they are smart enough, they learnt the importance of spontaneous strategizing. Don't you see that?"

"No I don't" said Louis through gritted teeth, "And neither does Jessica."

"He is right." said Donna in a singing voice as soon as Louis padded out of his office. "You didn't quite exhibit your mentoring skills today! You may have just pushed being named partner further than you think."

"Donna I am going to make partner in 6 months!"

Donna fluttered her eyelashes in confusion.

"What? You think it's too much time or too little?" asked Harvey flashing a smile.

"Too little of course. This is Jessica we are talking about. She has trained you, she knows you in and out. If she feels you aren't ready you cannot change her mind in 6 months' time. Do you even have a plan?"

"I hired a guy."

Donna burst out laughing. "Wow! Yes that was a master stroke! So this guy is from Harvard?"

"I don't know."

"Harvey!"

"Donna stop criticizing my strategy. Go get yourself your special coffee and then come back and be supportive."

Donna went for coffee and was back at lightening speed.

"Haha looks like someone is excited to be in on my plan."

"No Harvey, I'm just getting involved to make sure you don't do anything stupid." she said making herself comfortable on the chair. "So when is this guy joining us?"

"That.. we are about to find out," said Harvey as he dialed Mike Ross.


"Who the hell you think you are?" screamed a voice on the other end. Mike realized that he had crashed on the sofa again and what he had mistaken for his alarm was a call from someone who seemed to be pretty mad at him.

"It's been two weeks! If you want to reject my offer do it like a man! If you think I will be awaiting your response forever then you are wrong! That's not what Harvey Specter does. You think just because I pursued you…"

Mike sighed rubbing the sleepiness out if his eyes. For a split second he enjoyed being screamed at, it was a relief from the quiet of his exhausted mind.

"…I really thought there was something in you but if this is how you wanna play it…!"

"Harvey," Mike finally breathed into the phone. "I would have called.. but.. my grandmother was taken ill.. I.." his voice broke and he decided there was no point in continuing the conversation. He did not care about any job offer at present, not when he had to rush to the hospital to make it in time for the visiting hours.

Meanwhile, Harvey jumped up causing Donna to spill coffee on his table.

"What are you doing, Harvey!?"

"He cut the line. I think I said some mean things at the wrong time."

"Yeah bad timing is one of your finest qualities!" remarked Donna.

"What should I do now?"

"If it were anyone else he would call up again and apologize but since you will never do that Harvey I suggest you do something that shows that you are sorry without you having to spell it out."


Mike cycled to the hospital as fast as he could. He cursed himself for getting drunk last night but that seemed to be the only sure shot way to keep the fear of losing his Grammy from swallowing him whole. He wondered how late he would have been if Harvey's call hadn't woken him up.

When he reached the ward he was happy to see his Grammy looking much better than before. And a huge bunch of sunflowers by her side.

"Been here four days and found an admirer already!" he smiled as he crushed her into a tight hug.

She patted his hair and kissed his forehead.

"For all I know it is from one of your admirers!" she smiled.

"And how do you know that?"

"Because it says 'To Michael's Grandmother'" she said showing him the card that came with the flowers.

"Now since Trevor calls me Grammy and you have no other friends, should I assume that you have met someone?" she asked with a slight tease in her voice.

"Yes I have. But it's not what you think."

"I am just happy that you have found someone to share your worries with, Michael." she said feeling relieved at the thought of it.

He wanted to tell her that that wasn't the case. He would never share his feelings with anyone, least of all ambitious lawyers looking for opportunities to make use of him but he knew that she always worried about what would happen to him after her and the last thing he wanted was to worry her now.

"He is a lawyer at a different firm. He recently offered me a job."said Mike.

"Then you should take it. He might be good for you."

"And you are saying this based on his choice of flowers?" he laughed, "which was probably chosen by his secretary or one of the hundred odd people he pays to do his bidding." he added bitterly.

"Oh. Seems like he has already managed to hurt you in the short span you have known him."

Mike looked away from her face, surprised at how well she understood him.

"I misinterpreted his gestures, that's all. It wasn't his fault."

"And that's my boy being mature and sensible." she smiled patting his hair again.

After a comforting breakfast with her and a long chat with the doctor on her recovery, Mike started for home.

On his way he took a detour and reached Pearson Hardman. He was awed by the formidable and powerful structure the building had. It probably had millions of hopeful souls gazing up at it everyday and wishing to occupy a space in it, make a career walking down its hallways and board rooms, find love in one of the adjacent cubicles and lead a happy, successful life. But all Mike wanted was to make enough money to pay for his grandmother's retirement home, one that was much more luxurious and comfortable than her current one. He had no intention to stay here anymore than six months. By then he would have enough savings and Travis Tanner would miss him enough to offer him a pay thrice as much as Harvey's offer.

'Yes! This is the plan we stick to.' He reminded himself as if daring his mind to act otherwise. He was still a little mad at himself for being temporarily floored by Harvey. The only way to forgive himself was to make sure that he got a greater deal out of this association than Harvey did.

"I am willing to take up your offer." he said when Harvey came out of the gate to his favorite hot-dog stand.

He was surprised by Mike's sudden appearance but masked it well.

"And what made you come to this quick decision?" he asked sarcastically.

"Bright golden sunflowers" said Mike. He could swear he saw a light tinge of red in Harvey's cheeks and laughed at the embarrassment that his comment had caused the supposedly cold-hearted lawyer.

"Shut up and come back Monday morning. 8 am sharp." snapped Harvey, "I don't know how it works with Tanner but being late to work is not an option with me."

"Okay okay..but that's for Monday morning. Right now we could grab a bite and celebrate our coming together." winked Mike ordering another hot-dog.

As they got to talking resuming their usual banter the day seemed a little more brighter than usual and when sunset came it was a little more beautiful than usual. While Mike attributed it to his Grammy recovering well, Harvey thought it was because he had taken the first step in his strategy to convince Jessica of his efforts to care more for the firm. Mike's grandmother or the man selling hot-dogs would probably have a better judgement on the reason.