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P.S. Not my Suits.

The associates belonging to Harvey Specter quickly scattered to their cubicles as the man himself came through the hallway. His brown eyes quickly scanned the room, noticing two cubicles empty: Max Harris, and the kid himself, Mike. Harvey quickly walked to his associates table, noticing that his bag was still there, so Mike wasn't too far away. As Harvey was walking around, he overhead a conversationbetween a few of his associates.

"How the hell is Max still an associate?"

"Probably just got lucky. Or Max has got some serious connections."

"Either way, Harris is definitely not cut out for the job."

Harvey was curious about what they were saying. He remembered that there was a Max Harris as one of the rookie associates, but he had never actually met the guy; it was a guy from Louis' pool of rookies. If Louis couldn't even handle the kid, then he must be bad. Harvey stuck his head in almost every room he could find, file rooms, print rooms, and even the break room, when he heard his laugh, mixed in with a female laugh, coming from one of the conference rooms. Opening the door a crack, he saw the knucklehead talking to a girl who had her back towards Harvey. Harvey almost groaned in frustration. Not another one, Harvey said, recalling the time where Mike and Rachel were just aimlessly talking. When Mike saw his boss standing in front of the door, Mike's laugh became somber.

Harvey raised his eyebrow, "What is with you and paralegals?"

Max was almost about to turn around smack Harvey. Sure, he was gorgeous. But that man was an ignorant asshole. Women could pass the damn LSATs and the bar exam with flying colours. She did. Not all women were damn paralegals. And yet, she couldn't bring it upon herself to turn around and yell at him. She couldn't put Mike in that position. So all she did was slightly turn towards Harvey, and covered her mouth with her hand.

The second she saw Harvey, it was as if she had never seen a man before. This man knew how to dress. He looked ridiculously good in the suit that he was wearing, and she knew that he knew that he looked ridiculously good in that suit. His confidence, or cockiness, she wasn't sure, had been evident almost instantly. Harvey was a clean, pristine, man. Not to mention that he was jaw-dropping gorgeous. Never would have Max thought brown eyes were shocking, and yet here she was looking into his breath-taking orbs of interest. His hair was perfectly slicked back, and she wondered if it was disgustingly stick-straight, or soft and flexible. His lips curved down slightly in frustration at Mike, possibly half her fault.

In that moment, she couldn't have seen anyone sexier than Harvey Specter.

The man himself caught onto the woman sitting in front of Mike. Her hand was covering her face, yet he could see that she had nice features. Dark features, like his own, yet she was still a beauty.

Pretty, Harvey thought.

Mike started, "Um, she's not-"

"I know," his boss cut him off, "She's probably not interested in you. So when you're done playing pretend with the pretty paralegal, meet me in my office."

Harvey gave him a 'don't-fuck-around' face, and left the conference room.

Max sighed, "'...Playing pretend with the pretty paralegal...try saying that five times fast."

"At least he called you pretty," Mike said, trying to make the best out the situation.

The brunette shook her head, "Go. Harvey has summoned you."

"But the briefs-"

"There are literally eight left. I can finish them, Pretty Boy."

Mike jerked back, "Pretty Boy?"

She sighed, "Would you leave already? You hanging around longer than you should is giving me the creeps."

"Really?"

"Yeah. You're worse than Louis trying to uncover the Fountain of Youth on a good day. Now get out of here and let me finish these before people think I'm your girlfriend or something."

Mike got up and kissed her temple, "Two years from now, if you're not married, you better start picking out your wedding dress."

Max looked Mike in the eye with a smirk on her face, "I'm pretty sure we've been engaged for three months now."

Mike walked out of the room shouting over his shoulder, "I'll pick out the ring tomorrow."

"New case," Harvey said, throwing the file at the younger one of the two.

Mike flipped through the papers quickly, absorbing all the information he could.

"Our client is Anastasia Mathers. Twenty-four, and a financial consultant under the union of Holtor's Technological Institution. She used to work for "Save their Forests", a non-profit organization to help save the wildlife. She's suing the CEO of the company, Harrison Holtor, as well as the entire board of ethics for harassment and negligence. She's claiming that the company stiffed her of nine paychecks, then fired her without advanced notice."

Mike's eyebrows rose as he saw a line printed on the sheet, "Pro-Bono? Since when did Harvey Specter take a pro-Bono case-"

"This case is messy, and they sent me to clean it up."

"'Cause that's what you're supposed to do, right?" Mike said sarcastically, not knowing that Harvey wasn't in the mood for his jokes. Mike pierced his lips together after realizing he should shut up.

Harvey continued, "As I was saying, the company is counter-suing, claiming that Mathers has been scamming the company out of an estimated total of a hundred thousand dollars over the course of two years. They're also claiming she stole half a million dollars from the company just before she was fired."

"If she stole half a million dollars, why would this case be pro-Bono?"

"Exactly what I thought," Harvey continued, "but that doesn't help the mess she's entangled in."

"Which is?" Mike asked curiously.

"She's in the middle of a nasty divorce with her husband, who also happens to be the CEO."

Mike understood what Harvey was trying to say. Anastasia's position looked pretty bad. She was an employee of the company, who happened to marry the CEO of the same company, only to end up divorcing him, and taking all of his company's money, allegedly. Mike went through more paperwork, something else catching his eye.

"No pre-nup. This guy was either stupid or in love."

"He was in love all right, but not with her personality," Harvey said, giving the indication to keep flipping through the pages.

Mike flipped to the next page where the picture of the two on their wedding day was revealed. "Oh wow," Mike said admiring the young, and absolutely drop dead gorgeous Ms. Mathers as she stood beside her rather... old husband.

"How old is Holtor?"

"Sixty-two."

"Ah," Mike said, "I can see why she liked him."

"Deep pockets," Harvey sarcastically guessed.

Mike shook his head, "Now Harvey, don't think so negatively of her. She clearly fell for his devilish smile."

Harvey looked at the picture again. Harrison's face was stone-cold straight, almost as if he was dead.

"Oh, how could I have missed that?"

"You miss a lot of things. That's why you're passing on this case to me." Mike said, polishing his fingernails on his dress shirt, blowing them off in a cocky way.

"I'm not passing it off to you, you're just going to do my dirty work," Harvey scowled, snatching the file out of his associates' hands.

"Uh, why?" Mike asked skeptically.

"Because you're so busy doing everybody else's shit for them, it won't make a difference."

That hit a soft spot, and Harvey noticed. Maybe that was a little too harsh for normal, but he had been really irritated that Mike would get wound up with another paralegal, even after what happened with Rachel, and that whole shit-storm that came with it. But Harvey knew that was the fake reason; he was just...jealous, perhaps? Maybe intimidated that Mike was capable of having someone in a relationship longer than a day, but definitely not jealous that Mike could find someone that meant something to him, and Harvey could barely keep a girl in bed for more than one night.

Harvey recovered, "And second, I don't want my work done half-assed, which is why I'm putting my best associate on the case."

Mike's face lit up a bit after Harvey's recovery comment.

"Now get out of here, and get some rest. You've got a long day tomorrow, hotshot."

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