Harvey Specter Apartment Suits Novels & Stories

Harvey never thought that Shirley would come forward to help him speak out. Howard suddenly took a step forward and grabbed Harvey’s collar when he saw another beauty from their class helped this trash to speak out. He quickly took out a tag and could not help saying, “Shirley, do you still want to help him? Do you see it? He did not even take the tags off! One piece is worth tens of thousands! Do you think that he can afford such clothes with his poor look! And if I remember correctly, Harvey had already become the live-in son-in-law of the Zimmer family three years ago, right? A live-in son-in-law and he’s still wearing Armani’s haute couture suit, hahaha…” “Maybe this guy’s clothes were s

“Can you lend me some clothes? I can’t go like this, can I?” Harvey looked at Jerson’s clothes and laughed. “If you didn't mention it, I would have forgotten to change and just go to Night Stripped like a shit.” Harvey brushed his hair. “Turn right and you’ll see my cabinet there. Just choose whatever suits your taste.” Jerson shamelessly followed Harvey’s direction like Harvey’s apartment was his own home. He opened the door on the right. A bunch of designer clothes and pants were the things that were revealed inside the door. He sighed as he chose from those things.

Tonight, someone would finally be waiting for him. Harvey faces the mirror and runs his fingers through his black hair, pushing his gelled locks back. He moisturises his face and puts on transparent lipgloss. Cameras will focus on him tonight, and he makes sure to look his best. Harvey doesn't forget to put on a silver watch and a bracelet that goes well with his Russian violet suit. It's five, and his breaths deepen as the time is approaching fast. Harvey takes a look at his written speech one last time while wearing his brand new leather shoes. Someone knocks at the door, and Grayson comes inside. "Sir, are you ready?"

Harvey sighed and picked up his briefcase, then left the room. “Hey, has she woken up? How's she?" Candy, who was just walking toward Rivera's room, hurried toward Harvey and glanced at the door. Harvey's face became calm. “She needs rest and support." He spoke calmly and left. Soon, Harvey arrived at the familiar modern building. He handed his briefcase to a guard and walked straight into Vespertine's office. Vespertine was on a call. Harvey sat on one of the sofas and scrolled through his phone until Vespertine lowered it.

He didn't look like the confident, vibrant man I once knew. "Are you here for me?" he asked. I pushed down the tangled feelings in my chest and forced a smile. "Let me introduce you to my lawyer, Mr. Arthur Sage. He's handling the divorce papers." This was the central business district, housing offices of the top companies and firms across the city, so running into Harvey wasn't surprising. His colleagues were about to cheerfully call out to me, only to realize that they'd stumbled upon an awkward situation and excused themselves for lunch.

“I don’t think that anomaly will ever show up, Harvey.” On of Harvey’s men observed, he sounded impatient and bored to death. They have been on the watch for hours now while Harvey spent his waiting in a hotel room, sipping champagne and lazily flipping through month old magazine issue of women in bikinis.

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The sterile, anonymous sedan felt like a confessional. The faint smell of takeout coffee and cheap air freshener couldn’t mask the scent of his own desperation. Outside, the Queens street was bathed in the dull orange glow of sodium-vapor lights, a world away from the crystalline shimmer of his penthouse view. He’d been sitting here for an hour, watching the unmarked van and the bored-looking security detail, his mind racing through a dozen half-formed, idiotic plans to breach Harper’s apartment.

Stephan spoke monotonously, downing his champagne and walking off without saying anything else. Venita waved at us and followed after him, heels clicking like a loyal echo. She didn’t even glance back. Great… A beat passed before Betty’s gaze snagged on something behind me, and her eyes lit up. “Okay, ten o’clock. That man in the navy suit is from Solvex Holdings. I heard he’s single, obscenely rich, and bad for your credit score.” I gave her a dry smile. “I’m going in,” she said, fluffing her curls and patting her gloss. “Wish me luck.”

They stopped in front of a white door," I'm Dorothy, keep your things inside your room and meet Mrs Specter immediately,, I will be waiting for you here, said Dorothy expressionless . In confusion Emily moved the door nob in front of her,she was very amazed when she saw the luxurious room which will become her room, she stepped inside started touching the dresser table in an amazement, why the did Specter treating her this well? this was weird and didn't make any sense at all. The voice of Dorothy clearing her throat , outside startled Emily, she quickly put her suitcase in front of the cupboard and half ran over to Dorothy. Without saying a word Dorothy walked in front of Emily towards Oliv