A/N: Set post-S03E06.
Harriet is clearing her desk when Clive walks in. "Harriet—"
"Don't," she says, throwing files into a box.
"Look, you don't have to go. Just because we're doing defence work again, doesn't mean…"
"It's not about that."
"What is it about then? Us?" When Harriet doesn't reply, Clive sighs. "Look, I'm sorry. I wanted to make this work—"
"Don't give me that! You just used me to get head of chambers. Now you don't need me for that any more, you've moved on to your next conquest."
"You really think I'm that callous?" Clive's ego can't help adding, "Anyway, I would have got head of chambers with or without your help!"
"Didn't hurt that saint Martha dropped out of the running though, did it?" Harriet sneers. Clive flinches.
"I liked you, Harriet," he says, remaining calm. "I'm sorry that you feel like we can't work together now."
"Don't even pretend that you want me to stay. This is an easy way out for you. And who knows, maybe now you're doing defence work again, Martha will come back. That's what you want, isn't it?"
"This isn't about Martha."
"No, because she rejected you, didn't she? Crushed your fragile ego." Harriet smiles with a mixture of pain and triumph. "You know what hurts more than being rejected? Being with someone who doesn't really want you."
Clive reaches out to comfort her but she slaps him across the face, sending him reeling. "Screw you, Clive."
She finally picks up the box of files. Clive doesn't bother to hide his relief as she walks out of chambers.