00:05 was the time when she walked into his office. 00:06 was the time when he raised his eyes from his laptop screen to gaze into her determent and stern, yet concerned eyes.
"Harvey, how are you doing?"
"I'm fine, thanks for asking."
"No, you're not," Harvey gestured with his hands.
"Are you now also the boss over my feelings?"
"No, but I just thought that you might want to talk about Mike, feel free to drop by my office at any time, and I really do mean it." Harvey gave her a look.
"Mike's fine. He's going to be fine." Jessica sighed, and rested her fingers on the door handle.
"When you stop living in denial, please come to my office. Because you will have to face it sooner or later; Mike's not coming back."
"I'm going to make sure that he does." Her lips trembled, as if she was about to say something, but her lips were drawn to a thin line and she let go of the handle and left.
There was a knocking on Harvey's door at 8:42, annoyed he lifted his eyes from the files he was reading to see one obnoxious Kyle standing in the doorway.
"What the hell are you doing here?" he just stepped into the office.
"You requested these files yesterday, Harvey; I'm just doing my job." He took the files and waved him off.
"And oh, if this was how you treated him, no wonder he's no longer here."
"And what the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"I think you know well enough," he turned on his heal, about to walk away when;
"Whatever you're thinking, you better say it to my face."
"A goddamn narcissist, giving people unrealistic deadlines, bragging about how you're here and others are here." Harvey pictured himself getting up from his chair and punching him hard. But he had to control his temper, so he clenched his jaw, returned his gaze to the files and said calmly, yet in a dangerous voice;
"If you ever walk inside my office without an invitation-"
"Let me guess, you will fire me?"
"-I will send you to the file room for months until the day you won't be able to take it anymore, begging me to switch workplace, so no, I won't fire you, you're going to quit because you want to, and boy when you do, I will write you one shitty resume."
"So this is what happens if you stand up for yourself?"
"Get out." Luckily, he did. That Kyle kid was getting on his nerves.
If Harvey was going to re-open the fallen case, he needed a witness, and the only witness that they knew existed was Trevor. But Trevor was like a ghost, nowhere to be found, hiding underneath the surface, like a rat.
Harvey couldn't think anymore, he needed a drink, or more.
Sitting by the bar, he ordered two expensive scotch. He was about to do some shots when a Mike showed up and stole the other small glass.
"Hey, that's mine." Mike emptied the glass and smiled a smug smile.
"Not anymore,"
"So, what brings you here Mike?" he sat down beside Harvey who seemed tired in general of everything.
"-I think that I know how I can get in contact with Trevor, but I'll need your help…"
Hi! Thank you so much for reviewing and reading this story! I apologize profoundly for not updating, but I've been busy and tired, and then tired again. I agree that Rachel probably wouldn't leave Mike like that but, like, I was too tired to write her into this story, sorry ok? :P
Either way, I think this story will end around 18 000 words...