Harvey called the police, reported the strange incident, and returned to his room. Not defeated, never defeated, but angry. The small Asian woman sitting in his room was an obvious reminder that he had been had, and that was something that Harvey Specter would not stand for.

"Come on," he said when he returned to his room. "We're getting you out of my hair."

"Your hair is very nice," she said. His face showed his obvious annoyance.

"What's your name?" he asked.

"Natsuki," she said, bowing slightly. "Pleased to be at your service."

"Good for you," he snapped, "I'm Harvey Specter." She smiled brilliantly, revealing a row of pearl-like teeth.

"Wonderful to meet you," she said.

"I'm so sure. Come on. I'm taking you to the cops." She turned white.

"Why? What did I do?" she said.

"You need to be taken care of," he said. "Do you have anyone you can live with for now?" she shook her head rapidly.

"I worked for Mr. Yuki," she said. "I have no friends. He didn't let me out of the house." Harvey considered the idea that she was lying, but then looked closer at her enormous brown eyes and his gut said she wasn't. He let out a long breath.

"Fine. There's a woman's shelter back in New York City. We'll get you set up there."

"A women's shelter?" she looked as if she was about to pass out.

"Hey, you're the one that got yourself gambled off in a bad game of poker, not me," he said, his temper flaring. "Now, I don't like the situation, I like it even less than you do but we've got a mess on our hands and no way to clean it up until the cops track down Yuki and his henchman. So until then you're just going to have to bear with me, alright? Get this through your head: you do not belong to me. I do not own you. I don't know you, and the last time I checked I don't care about you. I'm doing you a favor by not kicking you out of my room so show a little thanks, alright?" she nodded numbly.

"Now I'm going to drive back to New York City tomorrow morning and we're going to get you set up in a women's shelter and you're going to be fine. For now crash on the couch because there's nothing we can do. I'm going to try the front desk again."

She was silent for a few long moments and Harvey wondered if she was going to cry. Then she said in a very small voice,

"I'm sorry. Thank you, sir." He nodded sharply, then put on his shoes and walked out.

While he was gone, Natsuki sat down with a thump on the bed. She put her head in her hands and thought about the process that had gotten her into her sticky situation. She had been working for Mr. Yuki for only a few years before she had been forked over to Mr. Specter like some secondhand bicycle.

Well, she thought disdainfully, There's no way I'm going to take this sitting down. She stood up and began to pace. I'm Natsuki Takeshi, damn it, and I don't take orders from any man! she smiled to herself as a plan began to form in the back of her mind. If she could not convince Mr. Specter with words, she would have to seduce him.

He was the same as any man, and any man could be seduced. He didn't care about her now? So be it. She may not look her best now but give her a few days, a trip to the spa, and a hot bath, and she'd be looking her best. And at her best, no man could resist her.

With a toss of her head, Natsuki walked to the shower. And when Harvey returned, he was shocked to see her curled up in his bed on her side like a shrimp, her long black hair pooled in a fan around her petite white face, the slightest smile on her lips. She was beautiful, he realized, but that didn't give her any right to barge into his life. It appeared that both Harvey and Natsuki were in for more than they bargained for.