Now I’m marginally less busy.
And I need a drink.
I am about three seconds away from making entirely uncharacteristic grabby hands.
I find myself wanting to wait those three seconds just to see such once in a blue moon event.
You wouldn’t.
Now I’m marginally less busy.
And I need a drink.
I am about three seconds away from making entirely uncharacteristic grabby hands.
I find myself wanting to wait those three seconds just to see such once in a blue moon event.
You wouldn’t.
And there Jessica was. She’d been winning over a client to a less than ideal settlement- for them, anyway, it was better than they could have logically hoped for, given the circumstances- only a few blocks away, so it hadn’t taken her long to get to the bar.
“Nice suit.” She commented, sipping her drink.
Mike almost choked on the drink he had ordered. Jessica’s presence caught him by surprise. She was, as per usual, wearing a very elegant dress that was no doubt for the benefit of a client. It reminded Mike of Harvey’s ‘dress to impress’ rule. Maybe he’d gotten it from her? “Oh! Well, thanks. Harvey’s tailor made it for me.” Forced was more like it, but to admit to being forced to dress good to your boss would be a mistake.
“So.. where’s Harvey? I thought you were drinking with him too?”
“I thought it had Rene’s look.” She nodded, settling in the chair next to him. She raised an eyebrow. “I don’t recall mentioning him- contrary to his belief, not everything is about him.” Jessica said.
“I believe I said something about you really going to law school, actually. And us needing to discuss it. I have made an executive decision- you are a commodity we cannot lose.” She said, seriously. “A commodity I do not want to lose, but without the proper schooling, not only are you a danger to the firm, you’re too soft. You’re going to make too many mistakes- because it doesn’t always come down to the facts in our line of work. Pearson Hardman will pay for you to go to really go to Harvard, as soon as you have a college degree. Which you will be getting on your own back, while continuing to work for Harvey.”
Now I’m marginally less busy.
And I need a drink.
I am about three seconds away from making entirely uncharacteristic grabby hands.
Sorry. I was expecting an… older man I could barely understand, instead you’re a charming individual I already find interesting.
I didn’t mean to be confusing.
Well, as young as ever.
What can I do for you?
That’s usually my line.
We can’t have the rest see you break a sweat.
Who said I sweat?
Exactly. It is nonexistent.
Entirely.
Like a mythical event. It has passed into the stuff of legends.
Mm. It’d better.
She turned back to look at him, and raised an eyebrow. “The place I took you to dinner has a bar. Meet me there in two hours, and we can talk then.” Jessica span on her heel and continued out the building, smiling to herself a little.
With Jessica’s back turned to him, Mike felt free to mouth “Oh my god” in complete bewilderment. He froze like a stone for a few seconds before realizing that he’d actually exaggerated the ability to finish his work in two hours, and that Jessica would shoot daggers at him if she ever found out, a thought which sent Mike clamoring for his bike and rushing through Manhattan’s traffic to get home.
This new-found inspiration gave Mike the energy to soldier past most of the work in an hour and a half. Everything was done and put away except one folder, and he thought he could manage to cram it in the morning. They were, after all, going to a bar, and drinking wakes him up at odd hours.
Mike stretched, showered, and put on his best suit in an amazingly short time, even for him. He took a cab to the restaurant so his suit wouldn’t get ruined, and headed straight for the bar, hoping Jessica wasn’t there yet.
And there Jessica was. She’d been winning over a client to a less than ideal settlement- for them, anyway, it was better than they could have logically hoped for, given the circumstances- only a few blocks away, so it hadn’t taken her long to get to the bar.
“Nice suit.” She commented, sipping her drink.
thejessicapearson replied to your post: Evening, Donna.
Well, I wouldn’t say easy. I certainly make it look that way.We can’t have the rest see you break a sweat.
Who said I sweat?
Exactly. It is nonexistent.
Entirely.
thejessicapearson replied to your post: Evening, Donna.
Well, I wouldn’t say easy. I certainly make it look that way.We can’t have the rest see you break a sweat.
Who said I sweat?
Oh, you’re in no way disappointing.
You’re giving me mixed signals here.
Sorry. I was expecting an… older man I could barely understand, instead you’re a charming individual I already find interesting.
I didn’t mean to be confusing.