Oh god I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry. This sucks so badly. I'm a bad updater.
When life gives Donna a crying friend, she kicks ass first and asks questions later. Because there's not many people she genuinely likes, she goes all out protecting the select few who earn it. Mike, the adorable, puppy-like associate Harvey hired, had weaseled his way onto that list of Likables pretty fast, with his sheepish smiles and victory dances and his caring.
So yeah, she was going to kick ass for the kid. Because she'd gotten to know him on a personal level, and he didn't deserve any of it. Any of the hurt he's feeling. If she was being honest, she was downright goddamn terrified that one day the kid wouldn't get up anymore; that life would just get too hard for him, and when that happened... She didn't know what she'd do.
So yes. She was going to kick Harvey Specter's ass so hard for the kid that, after it all went down, Harvey wouldn't ever be able to drive a fancy car again. He won't be able to sit in his fancy limo either.
After Harvey, Tony.
And after she hurt (maimed, destroyed, killed, castrated) Tony, she'd show the kid the world. Because Mike deserves it, and that's what friends do.
Leo's closes early on Friday to the general public, which would've destroyed any other restaurant, but not this one; the food is too delicious. Donna and Mike had shown up around 8, when Leo's closes at 8:30 so the family can Eat, Drink, and Be Merry; Donna is close friends with Leo and his family, so they are welcomed into the Friday Night Dinner without thought.
She snuck away after the second course had been served; leaving Mike with Leo, his wife Maria, and the rest of the family. Normally, she wouldn't leave the clearly distraught and on the edge of a breakdown associate with people he didn't exactly know, but she knew Leo, and they were going to be good for Mike, she was sure of that. The family was full of genuinely nice people—the type of people Mike should surround himself with. She was sure that Mike would grow and prosper being under Harvey's wing, but now, she's not so sure. She thought she knew everything, she thought her boss was a good person. It's not often she's wrong about people. But when she is, she's pissed.
Donna pulled out her phone, scrolling down to Harvey's number and pressing 'call.' She was going into this blind: she had no plan for how to show how angry she was at her boss, but she was sure with the rage churning in her stomach and her amazing improve skills she'd come up with something.