Chapter 2

The morning sun cast long shadows across the sleek surfaces of Pearson Specter, illuminating the prestigious law firm with an air of quiet confidence. For Harvey Specter, it was just another day in the relentless pursuit of victory, a battle waged on the front lines of the legal world. Harvey dominates. He plays the man and he wins. Everything else used to be irrelevant. Except loyalty. Loyalty is never irrelevant.

As he strode through the bustling corridors, his tailored suit exuding power and authority, Harvey couldn't shake the feeling of restlessness that gnawed at the edges of his consciousness. His mind was at the merger and the missed document in the TRO that Mike had filed in the morning. Mike had a lame ass excuse on how he screwed up but Harvey knew it was really Rachel's fault. Mike, like Donna, does not make mistakes like that.

He was now thinking of Donna, his girl Friday, his moral compass and the only person he needs. She was not working with him anymore. Something had happened after her he got her out of the goddamn indictment and she had noticed. She confronted him about it but he lied. He didn't want to risk what they had. He knew he was a moron. But he could not do better than that. Not now. All of the sudden he had a memory of her. They were in the DA's office at the annual police ball. There was a violin quarter group playing and they were joking about big Bertha's purple stapler. Her laughter echoing in his mind like a half-remembered dream. They had been through so much together, weathering storms of their own making with a resilience born of mutual respect and unwavering loyalty. But somewhere along the way, they had lost their way, their paths diverging as they chased their own dreams and ambitions. Harvey had thrown himself into his work with a single-minded determination, building a reputation as a formidable lawyer – a closer, THE BEST closer- with a knack for winning at any cost.

He missed Donna, missed the easy camaraderie they had once shared, the unspoken understanding that had bound them together through thick and thin.

Something was different today. Harvey couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss, a sense of impending doom that hung heavy in the air like a storm on the horizon. But he was getting that feeling a lot lately. Sometimes the feeling would result in a full-blown panic attack; others he could make it go away by venting to Mike or any lame ass associate that crossed his path.

He pushed aside his feeling. He was a pro at that. "Asshole", he thought. And then, without warning, chaos erupted, the sharp crack of gunfire tearing through the fabric of his reality with brutal force. Instinct took over as Harvey dove for cover, his mind racing as he struggled to make sense of the pandemonium unfolding around him.

But amidst the chaos, one thought burned brighter than all the rest: Donna. She was out there somewhere, vulnerable and exposed, and he couldn't bear the thought of her in danger, not after everything they had been through together. He needed to get to her. Fast. Harvey fought his way through the melee, his heart pounding in his chest as he searched for her amidst the chaos. And then he saw her, crumpled on the ground, her face pale and drawn as she struggled to stay conscious.

In that moment, everything else faded into insignificance as Harvey knelt beside her, his hands shaking as he tried to staunch the flow of blood. "Donna," he whispered, his voice raw with emotion. " Donna. Stay with me. Fuck"

But even as he spoke the words, a part of him feared the worst, feared that this was the moment that would shatter their fragile bond once and for all. And as he held her close, his heart breaking with every ragged breath she took, he knew that no matter what happened next, he would fight for her, and would do whatever it took to keep her safe.

For in that moment, as they clung to each other amidst the bloodshed and the chaos, Harvey knew that their destiny was irrevocably intertwined, bound together by the echoes of a love that refused to die.