Another five days went by with Harvey and Donna just doing their own thing and taking care of case after case after case. It had honestly been a pretty exhausting week; both were too busy worrying about their workload to talk about the upcoming event ahead of them.

However, on the following day, a slower day, Harvey reached Donna in her favorite way: the intercom. He beeped her, and she immediately turned her attention to him.

"What, Harvey? No, I'm not thinking about going on another coffee break like I did yesterday."

"Well hello to you too, Donna. Is that any way to speak to your boss?" After a quick glare from Donna as she turned her head around to stare at him from the glass walls, he finished what he was actually going to say. "Are you ready for the reunion? It's this Sunday, and it's Friday already."

"Why wouldn't I be ready? I have a ton of dresses to pick from."

"Are you sure? Remember, you do need to look like a smoking hot lawyer's wife. I don't think your secretary dresses are going to cut it."

As Donna was Donna, she already knew he would say such a thing, but she went along with it anyway.

"Really? I was thinking between a white blouse with a red and blue long skirt or just a matching brown uniform set." In reality, Donna knew she could actually pull these outfits off, but she knew Harvey knew close to nothing about womens' fashion so her descriptions of potential outfits horrified him.

"Donna, what in the world-"

"You know what? Maybe I shouldn't go. My wardrobe clearly doesn't fit in these kind of events anyway. I mean, I'm just a secretary..." she said, feigning hurt.

"No, Donna, what, no..." Harvey sighed. "Here, take my company card. Go shopping with it; I won't deduct your $7000."

Donna immediately stood up from her desk, turned around, and smiled.

"Thank you, Harvey."

Harvey was slightly startled by Donna's change in attitude, but later laughed at the fact that she had played him again. She was the only damn woman and would probably be the only one that would be able to do such a thing to him. But as she walked towards his office to him, he realized a way to get back at her. She winked as she grabbed the card, but Harvey pulled it away.

"Oops, did I forget that I get to come too?"

On the busy streets of New York, a sleek, black, Lexus was driving through the traffic towards a chain of high-end stores. From the outside, the Lexus looked like any other car, but on the inside was a completely different story. Inside, two people were fighting, or rather, arguing very loudly.

"Harvey, this is ridiculous. Why are you even here? Don't you have some rich person to sue?"

"I could ask you the same. I'm offended, Donna. I thought we were a team."

She scoffed. "Um, hello? I only do the basic paperwork. You're the brains of the whole entire operation. Your phone has been beeping from texts ever since we stepped foot in this car. Ray, take Harvey back!"

"Ray, as beautiful and terrifying you find Donna, don't listen to her. Keep going." He turned her attention back to his secretary.

"Look, I have just as much of a right to be here as you. I gave you my card to use, I have to make sure you stick with just buying clothes for this event so I won't be up to my eyes in debt because of some Prada bag."

"I don't see what's the big deal, you only use your eyes to roll them at people anyway. "

He smirked. "Especially at you. Plus, I think you've lost your taste, judging from what I've seen you wear recently."

"Bullshit, Harvey. I bet you weren't aware that I was wearing a highlighter orange dress on Tuesday."

"Actually, on the contrary, I don't think your shoes matched that day. They weren't bright enough."

"Oh, go away, Harvey Specter! Leave a woman and her shopping at peace."

Ray pulled up right next to the promenade of shops. Donna tried to run, but he grabbed her arm gently.

"Nope. Sorry, Donna, but I'm coming along for the ride."