If there were any other word for it, believe me, I wouldn't not be using the word "strut" when referring to the great Harvey Specter. But, on that Friday morning, with no other words to describe it, Harvey Specter strutted into Pearson Specter like the god he knew he was, and walked straight to his office, not bothering to notice a single person place or thing along the way – because he was worth a thousand dollars an hour and he'd be damned if he had to pay attention to a single thing that wasn't added to his billables. Oh yes, he was that cocky.

It didn't help matters that when he got to his office, the perfect legal assistant passed him a perfect cup of coffee with her perfectly manicured fingers, and flashed him a grin that would make any man weak in the knees. No one could say he hadn't earned the arrogance. In fact, the world was lucky he wasn't hundreds of times worse, because everyone knew that he was amazing far passed the amounts of ego that he threw around.

Ok, maybe it was just the awesome night he had talking – he'd gone out with a hot blonde and let me tell you... Or maybe it was that he'd signed another multimillion dollar client before he'd even got into work that morning. Or maybe it was because he walked into a law firm with his name on it. Or maybe... well, no maybe he really was just that cocky.

Besides, he had the best goddamned associate New York had ever seen. ... Next to him of course. Now where was the kid... It was no matter. He was in such a good mood he'd let it go. The kid was allowed to over sleep; rush to work on that stupid death trap of a bike, and panic all the way into Harvey's office once in a while. He'd earned it, and not that Harvey was about to admit it to anyone – again – but he was damn proud of him. He'd have to remember to take him for drinks that night. Or dinner. Or something. He'd figure that out later. Right now, he had more important fish to fry. Fish like Louis Litt.

Or fish like Jessica. You know, since she was the big fish after all, and she'd probably want to know how it went with the client – not that she didn't know already, she'd just want to hear it from him – and discuss a new case or ten, and she was already walking toward his office, and hey, asking Louis about his fake wife could wait.

"Jessica," he welcomed, leaning back in his chair with his hands crossed over his chest. "You're looking beautiful this morning."

She smirked, coming to sit in one the chairs at his desk. "I look beautiful every morning." She corrected.

"Yes I do." He smirked. He could get away with it with her. He was witty – and shamefully insulting – banter was somehow too charming to ever cross the managing partner. He could keep up with her, and that's why she'd kept him all those years.

"Down to business," her glare lacked heat as she pulled herself closer to the desk. "Ready for the meeting with Benjamin and Co.?"

"Signed them this morning."

"That's what I like to hear." She didn't seem in the slightest bit fazed as she moved on to the next topic. "Doris Baker."

He waited. "Yes?"

"Her company is being sued royal by a competitor that claims they stole their next big idea."

"Goddamn it. Who's suing?"

"Carla's Beauty Boutiques."

"This is going to be too easy."

"They're being represented by Travis Tanner."

"Goddamn it." He shook his head. Seriously? "Donna?" He said loud enough that she didn't need to hear him over the intercom. She looked up. "Where's Mike?" This case was going to take all the brainpower the firm had. Meaning him and Mike were going to work their asses off and maybe skip drinks tonight. Let's face it; aside from the two of them and Jessica, the firm lacked some serious brainpower.

Donna came in. Why was Donna coming in? Didn't Donna have things to do? Wait, why were they looking at him like that? Why was the air in the room suddenly so tense? His lawyering skills were lacking. He should go ahead and drink that coffee.

Jessica was staring at him with the most disconcerting expression. Her brows had knitted themselves together and her lips were parted slightly as she watched him. Donna was glancing between the two uneasily, trying to grasp any information she could muster from the distinct lack of information. Annoying. Donna knew everything. ... Donna did know everything right? Harvey had come into work wearing pants. Check. Harvey had signed on a major client. Check. Donna had come in wearing pants – wearing skirt. Check. What could she possibly not know? Well, aside from how long Mike would take to get in, but she could only assume he was minutes away if his track record was any conciliation. And yet, Jessica looked extremely uncomfortable.

"Jessica?" Harvey sounded as polite as he could through a clenched jaw. What the hell was going on?