Hey Everyone!

Just another quick update, to give you guys more to read.

As you know now, another one of those relationships I was talking about was the friendship between Max and Mike. In the further chapters you'll get to see more of how they became friends, and why they are where they are. Don't worry about the Harvey/OC, it's gonna happen, I just want you guys to get to know Max a little more.

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'You owe me one' were the words that flashed over the screen of Mike's cellphone as he received an email from Donna. Mike smiled at the little device in his hand. So Donna had ended up changing her mind. He hadn't known why, but he wasn't the one who was going to ask anymore questions.

"Oh Ross," the nasally sound that erupted from Gregory Boone had been dangerously getting closer to his cubicle. Mike looked up to see the gray suit and the horrible job that he did to slick his little-too-long hair. His cologne could have killed the plants from the fumes...and the plants were plastic.

"Whatever you have to say right now Greg, let me just tell you that I have no patience for it."

"I think you should set some time for this, Golden Boy." Greg said, waving a small card in front of Mike's computer screen. Mike hadn't really been paying attention closely to the item blocking his view of the computer, until he actually noticed the words on it: 'Pearson Hardman: Print Room.'

Oh shit. Not again.

"The bet," Mike reminded himself in a deep breath.

"Yes, the bet where who could finish the clarification for the patent on the new cereal coming out? Well, I happened to submit mine first, and well, looks like I beat you to the punch."

He threw the card at Mike.

"Have fun with those Stienberg briefs, Mikey boy. They're due Wednesday."

Mike slammed his head against his keyboard. He expected to get some sleep tonight. He looked at his wrist, calculating the time he had to get these briefs done. Harvey hadn't assigned anything for him, and Louis found a new protege to bother. If he got to the print room and started them immediately, then he could have them done way before next Wednesday, right? But... what day was it? Mike frantically scattered his desk, looking for the calender that had fallen off it's tack. When he did, he noticed it was due Wednesday...but not next Wednesday. It was this week.

And today was Wednesday.

Fuck.

There was no way he was going to get this done.

He checked his watch again, giving up, and headed to the print room. He was walking through the halls when he accidentally bumped into someone.

"Oh, I'm sorry,"

"It's alright," the sweet voice said.

Mike's breath halted.

"Rachel."

The paralegal had wanted to say something, but her voice got caught in her throat. She turned and practically ran towards her office.

Mike sighed, and headed to the print room.

This day just got a whole lot worse.

Harvey smiled and smirked at his recently new client, shaking Mr. Fawcett's- Bartholomew's hand, closing his deal. Lately he'd been off his game, due to the fact that he noticed that spending the night with an occasional beauty wasn't satisfying his needs. Although today was a good day for some odd reason. Walking back to his office, he said hello to everyone he caught his sight on. But when Jessica made eye contact with him, and a curl of her finger, it threw Harvey off guard. He was pretty sure she was going to ask him about the case that she assigned to him earlier that day. He rolled his eyes... Jessica should have known he hated pro-Bono's by now.

He stood in the doorway of her office, "Now there wouldn't be a plausible reason in the world to be striking up a conversation right now, would there?"

Jessica Pearson smirked, "But of course there is, Harvey. Who wouldn't want to talk to you?"

Harvey swallowed. She was going to say something he was going to hate.

She held the file up. The pro-Bono file.

"Well?"

The man shrugged, "Louis adores pro-Bono's just as much as I love his wife."

"Which is why I'm giving it to you, Louis deserves a break from all his hard pro-Bono work to spend some time with his wife," she sarcastically said, "Harvey, you do realize that this isn't me trying to torture you. I care about you, and also this firm. You are one of, if not, the best closers in the city, yet you lack certain...element."

"Weakness?" He said smugly.

"Empathy," Jessica dead-panned, "you pass on every pro-Bono that you receive, and I'm hearing that the clients think you're heartless, which is reflecting poorly on the firm. You are going to take this case, and you are going to win. And you're going to do it with a God damn smile on your face. So help me Harvey, if this case isn't closed soon, I will have your ass."

Harvey smirked, "You've already got a good grip on my balls."

"You're damn right. Now get out of my office." Pearson said, walking towards her desk.

The smart-ass of the two grabbed the file from Jessica's desk, turning to leave her office.

"And Harvey? Don't even think of passing this one onto your associate."

Conference Room 3B is where Max finally found Mike, hunched over a mountain of paperwork, on the brink of becoming an avalanche. She had a feeling that Mike needed her at the moment, and her sixth sense had come in handy, again. Strutting in with a persona to rival Harvey's, Mike looked up to see his good friend Maxine Harris holding a bag of deliciousness.

"Was that from this morning?" He asked, the tiredness evident in his voice.

"What do you take me for? A cheap-ass?" She smirked, pulling out a burger for Mike.

He sighed in relief, "Food."

She nodded, "I know it's a foreign concept to you, but I thought you should be familiar with it. It is popular in some cultures..."

Max barely noticed Mike unwrapping the burger before scarfing the burger down in one bite. She didn't know if she should be repulsed by his lack of manners or amazed that he could fit that much food in his mouth at one time. It was a good thing she bought more that two burgers.

Mike, mouth full and all, asked politely, "Do you have anymore?"

Max was pretty sure she heard 'Fu yew haf a kneewore?', but she shook her head, and gave Mike the extra burger she bought.

"So I see you lost the bet," she said, tilting her head to the piles.

Mike nodded, this time clearing his throat, "Greg conned me out of it. He knows I've been working my ass off, staying up late, rarely getting any sleep because of the shitload work I've constantly been getting from Harvey, and he decided to be more of a dick and not only take advantage of me, but also stick me with even more work. I'm surprised that Harvey hasn't asked me to do something today."

Max just listened as Mike vented. It wasn't like Mike was complaining, he just had to tell somebody what was going on. She could easily tell that Mike had a lot on his plate, and the poor guy was living minute to minute. Which is why she picked up his dry cleaning, became his personal alarm clock, and washed his dishes for him. He probably didn't notice the dishes yet, but she knew he needed clean dishes, clean clothes, and a good start in the work day. Now, because of this stupid bet, Mike would be even more stressed. Harvey wasn't even helping. He had plenty of associates to help out, but Mike always got the work. Guess it wasn't easy being the Golden Boy.

"Well, the day is early. I'm sure Harvey will come swooping down soon," she said.

Finally making a decision, she went to a random pile, picked up a handful of the Steinberg briefs, pulled a highlighter out of her bag, as well as her colourful tabs, and began proof-reading.

Mike noticed that Max had a brief in her hand, and before he could say anything, she stopped him.

"You know I can read just as fast as you. I haven't been doing anything productive since I got here since Louis thinks I should handle the 'princess' work, and if one fast reader can finish faster than average, imagine what two fast readers could do. So shut up, and get to work. I feel fine doing this."

He smirked, "You remember what you said in an hour and you tell me how you feel."

She shook her head, "You're not the only one with an eidetic memory in the room."

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