Novel & Cerita Harvey Specter Apartment Suits

“G****e. He used to live in the One57 Billionaire Building, but he moved out of there and into a building on Park Avenue. His apartment is worth something like fifty million.” “Fifty million,” I gasp. “Are you serious? How could anything be worth fifty million dollars? That’s just crazy.” He shrugs. “Beats me. Must have gold toilets or something.” I laugh a little bit as I picture someone sitting on a gold toilet. Harper sits back down and gives me a shot of tequila. “Drink this, and then go and fuck him stupid.” “I’m not going,” I sharply tell her. “Well, what’s the plan of attack?” she asks. “Are you playing hard to get?”

I grabbed my jacket. "Come on, let's go to the apartment." We soon arrived at the neighborhood. The door to the apartment I had carefully renovated was wide open. Bertha was directing several workers as they carried out the furniture I had bought. She said, "Be careful. Everything's expensive. They'll sell for a lot." When she saw me, she smiled smugly. "Well, well. If it isn't Ms. Shaw. Here you see your unit? Too bad for you. This place belongs to the Carters now."

Posters of the Moonlight Ball hung on the glass panes and lamp posts, as the small boutiques started opening early. I watched as Harvey stared distantly, mind elsewhere, pancake laid untouched on his plate. He’d been a little too quiet after the conversation we had in the apartment, and I wondered if he, somehow, regretted what he said. “Harvey,” I called, and he turned his attention to me. He looked like he was about to drift to sleep. “Look at all those dresses.” I pointed at the boutique across the street, where two long gowns, worn by two mannequins, stood behind a glass pane.

But he had never bothered. It seemed like Elara had always been insignificant to him. … Harvey carried the exquisitely packaged shoe box and got out of the car at Spring Garden. He entered the complex and stood at the door of the apartment. After mentally preparing himself, he pushed the door open. He turned on the light and saw that the apartment he had purchased was completely empty. Harvey walked in, stopping at the spot where he had been handcuffed. The handcuffs were gone, and the walls were freshly painted, leaving no trace of what had happened.

Businesspeople stream through the revolving doors, a river of wool coats and ambition. I smooth the front of my suit. It’s the one I bought two years ago for a hostess interview—polyester blend, off-the-rack, the seams pulling tight across my shoulders. It feels flimsy compared to the custom silk Gabriel draped me in for weeks. But inside my bag, the Power of Attorney document feels heavy, like a loaded gun. The lobby is a high-definition nightmare. Every ticker screen above the reception desk is flashing the same red banner: "Hunt Capital CEO Arrested - Federal Fraud Charges."

I’d started to pin my hair up, but Marissa had objected, so it fell loose over my shoulders instead. She appeared behind me in the mirror. “There.” I picked up my bag. “You realize Harvey has seen women in dresses before.” “Probably thousands.” “Then I’m glad we agree.” Marissa smiled. “I didn’t say he’d seen you in one.” I rolled my eyes and left before she could make it worse. ◇ The Alder Room was all dark wood, warm lighting and quiet conversation, the kind of Manhattan restaurant where the tables were spaced far enough apart that nobody needed to worry about being overheard.

I got in the back with Giovanni and Domenico started the car then, backed out of the parking spot he was parked in, then drove home. The ride home was loud but it was comfortable and I enjoyed it. When we reached home I immediately went to my room and dropped my bags then sat at the end of my bed. I pulled my phone out and went to my contacts then scrolled until I landed on Harvey Specter. I let my finger hover above his name before clicking on it and bringing the phone to my ear and listening to it ring. On the third ring, he picked up. "Whoever this is, it's not funny." He spoke into the phone.

I merely tighten my grip around the whiskey glass before finally nodding once, “I’ll never forget that.” Barbara studies me for a few more seconds like she’s trying to decide whether she believes me or not. Then she exhales, smoothing invisible wrinkles from her Valentino skirt before walking toward the door, her purse tucked beneath her right arm. The moment it closes behind her, silence floods the apartment and I lean back against the couch and drag a hand over my face. This place is one of three apartments I rent throughout Manhattan under different aliases connected to Russo Security. Moderately lavish but expensive enough to fit the lifestyle of a high-end security specialist, but imper

He gave a small nod, slid off Julian’s knee, and toddled back out with a box of crayons. An hour later, the front doorbell rang, and Marcus escorted three men in dark gray suits into Julian’s private study. At the head of the group was Mr. Specter, a senior lawyer with gray hair who had been handling the Vane family's legal protection for over twenty years. Julian sat behind his large mahogany desk, his arms crossed over his chest. I sat in a leather armchair beside him, with Chloe standing firmly behind me like a bodyguard. Mr. Specter placed his leather briefcase on the desk and sighed heavily. He had already read the copies of the summons that Marcus had faxed to his office.

"Ha! What shortsighted fools. I've got three million dollars in cash hidden in the ceiling and another 110 pounds of gold inside the walls. There's a fortune right here, and you still think I'm a dump? "Birds of a feather flock together. The woman can't recognize value when she sees it, and the guy is a spineless pushover. They're perfect for each other!" My legs turned to jelly, and I almost fell to the floor. There were another three million dollars in cash stashed in the ceiling? I couldn't help but glance up. The apartment was in an old concrete-panel building, with a simple drop ceiling installed. Nothing looked out of place. Peter hurried over. "Milo, you think this place is actually q