Hey Everyone!

Just a new chapter update, and this one happens to be two pages or so longer than I usually write, so hopefully that'll be able to subside you until next time I update. I wanted to wait until tomorrow, but I felt bad, and I wrote a lot of chapters today, so why the hell not?

I want to give a shoutout to Geriana, a reviewer with a problem. She's wondering why there isn't much to know about Maxine. Well let me just inform you that in one of the future chapters, we dive into Max's life more than she's comfortable with. Juicy enough for you?

Onward with the story, and as always, enjoy!

P.S. I don't own suits.

P.P.S. This is the one where Harvey wipes the egg off his face... I'll leave you to it now.

"Anastasia is not a gold-digging whore!"

Harvey was absolutely mortified that Mike, who was not only thirty minutes early to work which was abnormal, but he barged into his office, shouting the most profane thing he could possibly conjure up. There was one rule that you never broke; never barge into Harvey's office unannounced and shouting at the top of your lungs. What the hell was Mike doing anyway? And what was he talking about? Harvey wondered why the hell was Mike still thinking about how Anastasia was a gold-digging whore, or how she wasn't a gold-digging whore.

"For the love of God, please tell me you stayed away from Mary-Jane."

Mike shook his head, "Quit that shit eons ago. I just slept really good last night."

Harvey nodded, "Oh, well if that's everything..."

The older man of the two launched a baseball at him, causing Mike to throw the file he had in his hand in the air, and to try and dodge the scattering papers flying everywhere.

"Are you fucking insane? What the hell was that all about?"

Mike nodded as he picked up his papers , "Okay, I know it's a little unorthodox for me to do that, but I was thinking about the case last night and the more I thought, the more it made sense-"

"Slow down Mike, you're putting chatty teenage girls to shame."

Mike sighed, "I was thinking from Anastasia's point of view and how this whole mess happened. What if she was spending all of Holtor's money not because she was a gold-digging whore, but because she was feeling rejected because her new husband was spending more time at work then with her, and his work revolves around money?"

Recognition crossed Harvey's face.

"She was getting his attention."

Mike smiled, "Right. But she comes from an average family that is wealthy, so her shopping sprees was probably one of her last resorts to get his attention. She's a relatively smart girl, and she knows that to get someone's attention, you have to do something drastic. And how do you get someone's attention that you're serious about leaving them if they don't change their ways?"

Harvey started following Mike's pace, "You file for divorce."

The young associate pulled a file from his bag and handed it to Harvey, which his boss took, and read the first page.

"Anastasia filed for divorce twice, the first time was three months after the first suspicious activity was recorded, but nine months before Harrison confronted her." Mike read, confirming what Harvey was reading

"Why'd she drop the divorce twice?"

"Probably would have to do with the fact that he would look bad if she left him, so he promised her that he'd change for her, when in reality he was waiting for the perfect moment to strike back," Mike said, leaning back in the chair he was occupying, "and page twenty contains her innocence."

Harvey skeptically flipped to the exact page, reading over the negotiations Mathers stated in her divorce. His eyes almost flew out of his head.

"She didn't ask for any spousal support?"

Mike knew that he surprised Harvey, which he only did twice before, "She didn't want a cent of his money. If she put that in her divorce papers not once but twice, I'm pretty sure she's not out to get him for his money. Or, it must mean she's got some secret trust fund no one knows about."

Harvey closed the folder, throwing it on the table and turned to the window, adjusting his jacket. He didn't want his young associate to see the shock on his face, "I'm impressed. You've actually excelled this time."

Mike bit his lip.

Thanks Max, you really helped on this one.

"But now you've created a problem," Harvey said turning back to his desk, "now we have to figure out who is robbing the company before court on Friday, and we have less than twenty four hours to find them."

That is where Mike stumbled a bit.

The better dressed of the two got a closer look at the file, noticing something odd.

"Hey Wonder Boy," he said, catching Mike's attention before throwing the file back at his associate, "didn't you notice the witness for both of Anastasia's divorce filings is the same one that Harrison used for his witness? I thought you have eidetic memory, maybe you should use it once it a while."

Mike didn't see that, nor did Max. But lo and behold, the name Lisa Lahrey appeared on all three documents.

On second thought, you could have used your brain for this one, Max.

"I'm sorry Mr. Specter, I don't know how I can help you with this."

Lisa Lahrey was a fast walker, and she didn't slow down for Harvey or Mike as they approached her. She had been avoiding their questions diligently, and Mike had actually seen Harvey become a little flustered from the anger he was getting from this damn woman rejecting and deflecting every question. This girl wouldn't budge.

"Look, fine, we get it. You like your privacy," Harvey was literally going to have to start jogging to keep out with this woman, "but eventually we're going to have to come back and wonder why you would side with one person, but just as soon as the ball changes court, you band waggon onto the other team."

Lisa huffed in anger, "I'm sorry Mr. Specter, but if you have anything else to say, speak to my lawyer. I'm sure you're familiar with those type of people."

Harvey stopped walking and let Ms. Lahrey continue her walk to work. Mike had been a couple of paces back, letting Harvey work his magic on the person he was talking to, but it looked like Harvey's magic wasn't enough this time.

"We need a new plan," Harvey told Mike as if he were to solve it himself.

Mike had something in mind, but he didn't know how Harvey was going to react to the news that he deliberately disobeyed one of Harvey's sacred rules, knowing that if he were to ever find out he would be so pissed that Harvey would either not talk to him, or fire his ass on the spot. But they were running out of time, and they were running short of ideas. He regretted doing so, but he hoped that Max could save his ass this time, again.

"I've got an idea."

Harvey waited for him to explain.

Mike pursed his lips.

"But I know you'll get mad."

"I will have your ass, you hear me, Mike? I swear to God, if you ever, I mean ever go against one of my rules again, I am throwing your ass out of Pearson Hardman faster than Louis goes through Rogaine!"

Mike winced as Harvey yelled at him more than he would have liked. Mike knew that his boss would be pissed, but he didn't know he'd be that pissed to the point where Donna almost walked into his office to calm him down. Mike knew he was in for it, so he texted Max as Harvey was ranting about the plan, which she accepted, and to also come into the office and try to convince him to let her go undercover. He knew that he could trust Max, but Harvey didn't trust Max, and with Mike telling Max everything on almost every case without the Senior Partner knowing was throwing a lit gasoline tank in front of an atomic bomb. Hell, he probably thought Max was a guy, and Harvey couldn't deal with more testosterone than he could handle, and Harvey had enough testosterone to go around the world and back, twenty times over.

Mike told him the plan he had; he would get one of the associates to go undercover and find out what Lisa Lahrey was hiding. After finding out all the information, they would persuade her to come forward with all the documentation, and Anastasia would be free and clear, if she was innocent. Harvey was skeptical about the idea, but agreed to it, only if he could choose the associate and read them in on the case. Mike told him he would be wasting time, since already one of the associates knew the ins and outs of the case because Mike showed them the file, and that was when Harvey Specter became furious.

"And this whole Max guy! How the hell could you share this things to a guy who I have no idea how he looks like! Probably some slacking Harvard kid who got lucky by cheating off the smartest kid in his class! Really Mike, could you be that thick headed? You know, if I wasn't in such a clusterfuck, I would kick your ass so hard-"

"It'll make his ancestors turn over in their graves?"

Harvey Specter's head shot up to see that a woman was standing in his doorway, holding the door open, with her other hand delicately placed on her hip. He finally realized that it was the paralegal Mike had been talking to earlier today. He knew she was pretty, but damn, he didn't know that she was this pretty.

Her body was slightly tilted, as her ankles crossed over in a pair of gorgeous, but not obnoxious, shoes. Her legs were long and sleek, giving her an erotic vibe. Her black pencil skirt showed her big, round hips and her small waist. He could easily tell that her rear was something that he would admire. The salmon coloured dress shirt couldn't cover the fact that this woman was busty, even though she subtly tried to hide them. Her hair was naturally wavy, framing her lightly tanned face. Her face held the most perfect smirk he had ever seen. She had a button nose, perfect for her slightly prominent cheek bones. Soft jawline, and shocking lips. Not thin, but full enough to give her a slight pout. But her eyes... her fierce hazels. Harvey looked into those eyes, and he saw strength and superiority. Perfectionism at it's finest. But he saw mischief, as well as humour and relaxation. Those almond shaped eyes looked into his dark brown, and he knew that she never took 'no' for an answer.

My God. She was gorgeous.

Mike turned to her, "How much did you hear?"

She walked into the room more, now standing beside Harvey, "I stumbled in around the time his jab at Louis' hair loss came out of his mouth, and I just had to start listening on Harvey ripping you a new asshole."

Harvey was almost in awe of this woman. She was just as sinister as he was.

"You think my jabs are humorous?" He asked the new woman standing in his office.

She shrugged, "They almost amount to mine."

He was going to throw a comeback at her, when she gave him a look to almost test her. The comment died on his tongue.

She smiled in satisfaction, "I see that you're giving him the full treatment."

Harvey, slightly embarrassed that she got him speechless, turned his charm back on, "Well, if he stopped sending secrets to one of his boyfriends then maybe I wouldn't treat him like a disobeying puppy."

Her head jerked back as she looked at Mike.

'Boyfriends?' she mouthed to him.

Mike cleared his throat.

"Harvey, this is the infamous Max Harris."

If Harvey Specter was going to curl under a rock and die, this would be the exact moment.

Max Harris...was a woman? He was really in for it now. He assumed that the woman was a paralegal. Pretty women were not lawyers. Pretty women knew that they were pretty, so they knew that their looks alone would easily take them far in life. That's why moderately attractive women weren't lawyers, and the only thing a pretty girl could do that was remotely close to a lawyer is a paralegal. This is why Harvey never got angry. When he did, he would say things that he would sooner or later regret saying, and he was damn sure regretting what he said about Max. Granted, he thought she was a thirty-five year old sweaty meatball that bought his suits at warehouses. Boy, she was the furthest thing from Louis.

Max could see Harvey was a little taken back, "It's Maxine Harris."

She leaned in, a little too dangerous for comfort.

"And I cheated off the second smartest kid in the class, actually."

Harvey cleared his throat, "Well, I'm not the one to put his foot in his mouth-"

"But you did," Mike chided in.

Harvey was never in a position where he was acting sheepishly in front of a woman, and to most women, that was a turn-off. At the moment, he wanted to hide away from Max, come back an hour later and put some of his famous Harvey charm on the woman, maybe convincing her to take her out to dinner, and take her back to his place... but when Harvey thought of bringing the girl back to his place on the first date, he felt that it wasn't... right. Something inside of Harvey told him that if he was going to take this lovely woman out to dinner, he better take her out to dinner only, ask her on another date, and pray that she says yes. And if one thing lead to another...No, he wouldn't sleep with her on the first date. Yet that didn't banish him from other thoughts. Instead of Max being repulsed by Harvey's embarrassment, she did something Mr. Specter had never seen before. Ever.

She laughed.

"Oh, it's alright. All of us sometimes get caught with our pants down."

She wasn't afraid of saying what she wanted to say, and that was something Harvey appreciated, and found comfort in.

"Speaking of pants down, Mike, when did you want me to talk to Lisa Lahrey?"

Harvey looked to Mike for an explanation, and with Mike's flushed face, he knew that there was a story behind that sentence. Before Harvey could utter out anything, Mike bolted for the door, running towards his cubicle. Mike couldn't face that embarrassment.

"Clarification would be nice right now." He said towards the lovely lady beside him.

Max shook her head, "Another story for another time."

Harvey knew that if he was going to outwit this girl, he had to start now.

"Good, so you'll tell me over dinner." Harvey said walking back towards his desk.

Did he just ask me out on a date without asking me on a date? The thought rang through Max's brain. Harvey couldn't think that she was pretty? She was plain at the least, maybe her eyes were a little different from the status-quot, but nothing to shocking. Sure, she knew that she was sexy, but she attracted a different type of man: powerful businessmen or the artistic musician. Not one of the top lawyers in Manhattan, and certainly not Harvey Specter.

"Want to swing that by me again?" Max said, curious as to what Harvey will do.

"So, Friday at eight? My treat."

Max was literally holding her laugh at the tip of her tongue. No wonder Harvey was one of the best lawyers. This guy had balls. Big cojones, and she had to appreciate that. He probably had a matching set in between his legs to match that big, confident, egotistical attitude-

Focus, she scowled herself, trying to think of a way to throw him off his game.

"Okay," she said walking around the desk to face him. She was almost two feet from him, and Harvey had to keep his hands in his pocket to prevent him from touching her. He was in his office after all. "You like deals, negotiations, right?" He just nodded, noticing that she was close enough that he could feel her breath. There was a short pause... where their lips were just about to touch...

Before Max turned and walked towards the door.

"You think you're the best closer in Manhattan," she said walking towards the door, "well, I'll make a deal with you," she turned holding the door handle, preparing to leave, "if you can close this harassment lawsuit before eight o'clock tomorrow, you can take me out to wherever you want," she smiled opening the door, "then maybe, you can close another deal," she said, about to leave the room.

"What if Lahrey resists your 'girl talk'?"

Max looked at Harvey from under her eyebrow, as almost to test her.

"Any show of resistance would be futile, Captain."

She smirked, and walked out of the office.

Harvey was frozen in his place. Had she just? Did she...

"Did she quote Star Trek?" Harvey asked himself, eyebrows furrowing.

Never, in his entire life, had Harvey Specter met a woman like Maxine Harris.

And that scared the hell out of him.

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