Harvey walked into work dejectedly on Monday. After what Donna had thought must have happened, he didn't dare bother her. In the ten years of knowing her, he had acquired some common sense to know that she was still probably really pissed at him, and he wasn't looking forward to getting his head bitten off.

It was ironic, he thought, that he made so much money getting other people out of sticky situations but he didn't know how to pull his ass out of his own. She had clearly gotten the wrong idea, but how was he going to get it through her? He doubted he'd be able to sit her down and explain without losing his head.

Still at a loss for what to do, Harvey hesitantly strolled towards his office. He wasn't sure what to expect, wasn't sure if she'd even show up at work (he wouldn't blame her if she didn't). It still kind of amazed him how he had managed to fuck everything up when she literally meant everything to him and to this job. Just because he couldn't keep it in his pants.

But, as fate would have it, he couldn't see how she was at the moment. As he neared Jessica's office, he was pulled in by the managing partner who also looked like she was three seconds away from killing Harvey.

"Harvey," she glared at him, "sit."

He was alarmed. The last time she had looked so menacing was when she had beat the shit out of Hardman but last time he checked he hadn't embezzled any money. Unless it was Donna's small form of revenge...

"What is it, Jessica?"

All Harvey got was silence. Slowly, Jessica walked to her desk, picked up a file, walked back, and dropped it on his lap.

"Would you care to explain," she seethed, "why this picture of you and your secretary exists and is floating around to the emails of all of our main clients?"

Harvey had been hit punched in the face before but nothing had prepared for the loss of air in his lungs after he saw the picture of him. With Donna and her ass glued very closely to his crotch.

"Oh. Shit." He had really been saying that too much lately.

"Oh, shit? That's all you have to say? What the fuck is this, Harvey? What are you and Donna even doing? You'd better have an explanation for this, and it'd better be fucking good one."

"I- I-" Harvey stammered. "That's- the Harvard Reunion. And I- Remember Henry Ebenmeyer? That douchbag I always bitched about?"

"Yes. He was also the one that sent the email."

Harvey felt his blood boil. "That son of a bitch," he growled.

"NOT the point, Harvey. Who gives a shit about Henry Ebenmeyer?"

"I don't. But I was drunk when he asked me if I was going to the reunion and to spite him, I told him I had a hot redhead as my wife. So Donna came with me. Under the pretenses that she was my wife, and I- you know how good of an actress she is."

"Are you kidding me? You're a name partner and you're still pulling shit like this? We aren't in high school, Harvey. You're a top-tier lawyer and you've put your entire reputation on the line. You always bitch at Louis for having too many emotions but look at you, you damn hypocrite!"

"I know, I know- I'm sorry. But I didn't think anyone would notice. Or care."

"No one would if you weren't in such a provocative position in the first place! Literally, Harvey. Sometimes I can't even tell where your body ends and hers begins!"

"Jessica, it was just dancing. Last time I checked, that wasn't against the law. And we weren't even the worst ones! I'm pretty sure someone got laid on that dance floor. Taking the edge off being Harvard alumni, ya know?" he smirked. Jessica remained unamused.

"You're a fucking idiot, Harvey. And I don't know how to save you from this."

"Well, who'd that asshole send it to?"

"The clients that will most likely be at the gala we are also attending next week," she responded.

"I think I have a solution. But it's going to be tricky."

"And since I'm so amused by your stupidity, let me hear what possible crazy idea you've come up with this time."

"Me and Donna... we fooled people once. We can do it again. I'll take her as my date to this gala thing and explain that we're together, that I'm not just banging my secretary, and that we were just guilty of having an extremely good time."

"And how are you going to get Donna to sign onto that?"

He crinkled his nose, also stumped. But he was determined to find a way.

0 and Everything. He planned to keep his record.

Hey guys, so sorry for the late update and also for the very short chapter. T_T But I've been really busy with school and finals and stuff and I FINALLY figured out how to play out this story, and I think it's gonna be pretty fabulous so stick around! & I promise more review will help me update faster! I've got a lot of time on my hands for Spring Break next week ~~

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