Donna puts on her left earring before looking at herself in the mirror. She knew she was absolutely gorgeous. She had a couple of men trying to chase her. But based on her last relationship, she'd want to put off the dating market as far as possible.
She puts on her shoes and then proceeds to text Rachel she's coming. She took a last glance in her mirror. She was wearing a burgundy fit dress matched with silver high heels and silver accessories. Her Chanel purse adding a hint of elegance to her outfit.
Rachel got them tickets to the theatre. She missed it so much. Before everything, before the fame, before the start of her career, she was a theatre kid. She would play different kinds of roles in her school play. She will never forget where she started.
Donna went out of her penthouse, ready to go when she was stopped by the newly hired bodyguard.
"Where do you think you're going, Miss Paulsen?" he asked with no expression at all.
"Didn't Stephen orient you or anything? If I'm going out with Rachel, my best friend by the way, I'm cleared. I can go," she informed him as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Mr. Litt never told me any plans of yours tonight. You are not cleared to go out." Donna was pissed, why was he in charge of keeping her safe tonight? "Why are you so goddamn good at your job? Afraid you'll get fired? I could fire you right now, you know? For not letting me go out," she threatened, which kept Harvey totally unphased.
"You'll go when Mr. Litt tells you to go."
"Harvey, let me be. We're just going to the theatre. Make friends with the ticket seller outside while you wait for us."
Harvey didn't say anything back. Telling her in silent conversation that she really won't clear her if Louis doesn't say so. Donna lets out a frustrated sigh. "Specter I hate you so much right now."
She took out her phone to dial Louis's number. If she wants to make it to the show, she must make her bodyguard happy. After three rings, Louis finally answered.
"Louis, I'm going out with Rachel tonight," she immediately says. "Well, good evening to you too. Okay? Why are you telling me this? You can go out with Rachel anytime," Louis replies. She looks at Harvey with a smug grin.
"Apparently my new bodyguard didn't get the memo."
"I see you have met Harvey."
"What happened to Mitchell, Louis? I want him back. Specter annoys me," she complains. He really does annoy her. He's so stubborn, it feels like she's been sentenced to prison on how strict he is.
"Mitchell needed time off, Donna. Some family member died. Harvey is just a temporary replacement. Unless you would want him permanently."
"I can guarantee you, I would not want him. I want him gone."
"Harvey is the best in their agency. As your manager, I'm looking out for you."
"As my manager, you'll make sure I'll feel comfortable. I'm not comfortable with him."
"Come on, Donna. Give him a chance," Louis persuades her. Donna looked at Harvey once again, noticing he quickly looked away. Which means he was staring at her during the entirety of the call. Interesting.
"Fine, but just so you know, I'm not loving this," she tells Louis then hangs up the phone. She put a fake smile for Harvey. "Am I cleared now, Specter?"
Harvey says nothing but nods. Donna rolled her eyes and walked away. She knew Harvey was following her, the thought made her blood boil. How can she be stuck with him? She hopes Mitchell will come back soon. She wants her life back.
When they reached the lobby, Harvey fastened his pace to be in front of her. He went outside ahead to open her limo's door. No paparazzi in sight. This is why she loves where she lives. It was so secluded, that not even the paparazzi knew where she stayed the night. She can go out whenever she wants without being blocked by her fans.
She went inside her car, not giving a glance at Harvey, and was tempted to tell her driver to go right away when Harvey closed the car door. But, since she gave Louis her word, she'll try to be nice. This time.
Harvey sat in the front seat, looking behind to ask her where their destination would be. "Where to, Miss Paulsen?" he asked in a tone that annoyed the hell out of her.
"The theatre," she answered, gesturing to her driver, ignoring Harvey completely. Her driver nodded and proceeded to drive away. Harvey was still staring at her, clearly pissed off. Like he would want to tell something to risk his entire career.
"What?" Donna snaps at him. "Nothing," Harvey brushes off, returning to his seat. And boy that added more hatred Donna has for him. She could end the conversation right there and then. Wait until they reach the theatre.
But Donna couldn't help herself.
"It's obviously not nothing, Specter. Speak," she commanded. She saw him shake his head lowly. "I would lose my job, Miss Paulsen. Just sit back and relax there. I'll inform you when we are almost at the theatre."
"You will lose your job if you won't tell me what you were going to say."
"I was not going to say anything."
"You were. Now tell me or else I'll ask for another temporary bodyguard. Mr. Litt is just one call away. Your choice Specter," Donna warns. She knew she was being harsh. She wasn't like this when Stephen and Mitchell were newly hired. But Harvey Specter is something else. And she is desperate to know what his deal is.
The car was completely silent for almost two minutes before Harvey decided to speak up.
"I was going to say out of all the people I have been assigned to protect, you're the most trouble I've had," Harvey said, trying to meet her eyes in the rearview mirror, which was successfully done.
Donna tried to look away but she couldn't. His eyes are impossible not to look at. She recalls his answer and scoffed. Most trouble? "What makes you think I'm trouble, Specter?"
"You hate me when all I'm trying to do is my job. I may be strict, yes, but that's what I do to ensure your safety. My job is to protect you and only you. You're my problem now Miss Paulsen. And you are trouble," he answered honestly. His blunt answer made Donna shiver.
She quickly glanced into the window to break their eye contact. She had never felt anything like this before. She was used to her bodyguards protecting her, making sure angry haters or paparazzi wouldn't get near her but this was a different kind of protection. It didn't feel like protection at all. It felt territorial.
Donna gulped silently before regaining her composure. "Well sorry for being your problem, Specter. You signed up for this. Let's see how long you'll last."
Harvey stopped talking which made Donna glad. That was enough conversation with him tonight. Why did she decide to talk to him anyway? This was so unlike her. Ignoring the fact that she has security 24/7 was usually her thing. Why does she suddenly want to know everything about Harvey Specter?
"We're here," Harvey informed her, getting out of the car to open her door.
She can't wait to get out of his proximity and talk to Rachel. Donna needs Harvey out of her system. Fast.