Mike Ross Harvey Specter Novels & Stories

Desmond, the psychiatrist who was treating her for PTSD a year and a half ago. Dr. Desmond was wearing a freshly pressed suit, his toupee combed smartly to the side and his pale grey eyes were peering anxiously towards Harvey. Beads of sweat had appeared on his forehead, his Adam's apple bobbing nervously, looking ill at ease from the flurry of attention that he was receiving. The kind doctor will be easy pickings for the sweet tongued Harvey Specter. After Dr. Desmond repeated his oath, Harvey sauntered towards him like the predator that he is and asked his first question.

Natasha's name was sitting on it. He swiped to answer. "Hey, Natasha." "Maxwell, are you watching this?" "I am watching it." Maxwell said, “That Harvey guy is annoying though.” He said, referring to the analyst who was still talking about sterling industries. Now he was speaking about how the whole Sterling empire should be investigated, although he couldn't say anything when the other analyst pressured him asking him for what? He just stumbled over his words and said

Sarah said realizing her friend is really nervous. “Thanks Sarah but I don’t have much time, I’ll talk to you later” She hung up the call and browse the net for the full story on Fred. It was just like she had suspected, he was framed for cheating people out of their money through their mortgage bank. “Oh God, I told him but he wouldn’t listen” She murmured, the cab driver who had been looking at her from time to time through the rear view mirror smiled and said “miss, are you talking about Mr Fred Carl, the young CEO accused of fraud”

One of them will bend, especially for the money. To their astonishment, an elite white-hat hacker responded to their request. His alias was Specter. His bio read: [“Ghost consultant” for intelligence agencies across Europe and America, helping trace terrorist communications, dismantle child trafficking networks, and neutralize cyber warfare threats. Morality is unconventional but unwavering: protect the innocent, expose the corrupt, no matter the cost.]

His voice was not exactly quiet, and the Wellers men all turned their heads at once, their expressions filled with outrage. Harvey was momentarily stunned before breaking into a cold laugh. "Well, well. Look who it is—Michael. Honestly, I'm surprised you're not in prison yet. What a shame." Michael's expression darkened. "You set me up, Harvey. Don't think I'll forget that. As of today, our so-called friendship' is dead." Harvey smirked. "Friendship? You actually thought we were equals? Please. With your pea-sized brain, you're not even worthy of standing next to me. Once Rhodes Corporation falls, the Wellers will be the undisputed rulers of Jayrodale!"

She cried inwardly and let out a depressing breathe. Mr. Olive looked at her face and chuckled. " Actually, it's not something to be nervous about. It's just something I think you should know because it's my history. " He replied as he seemed to have noticed the nervous look on Ava's face. He cleared his throat and smiled. " The thing is, I am not like Harvey. You should know him, right? He is a top model and also a CEO of Harvey's brand and design. One of the biggest fashion company in this country and the only heir to Mashatt Conglomerate. The top conglomerate in this country." He explained and his smile turned to a big frown.

My target: Sierra’s off-grid shell accounts, the ones she used to funnel dark money, launder bribes, and manipulate boardroom puppets across five continents. “You’re sure we can breach it?” I asked the hacker seated beside me – an old Syndicate loyalist called Specter. “She’s good,” he said, fingers gliding over a half-dozen monitors. “But I’m better. Give me three minutes, and I’ll make her fortune bleed from the inside out.” “You have one.” He smirked. “Understood.” The countdown began. Behind us, Victor stood silently by the door, a ghost of muscle and tension. He hadn’t spoken since the trial. I hadn’t asked him to. We both knew the game we were in now had no script - only survival.

He read to the end of the sentence he'd been reading—a few words about the revolutionary hydrodynamics of the stern—before methodically reaching out and hitting the keyboard. The headline unwound on the second screen: FORMER ROBERTS GLOBAL COO HARPER LANE CONVICTED ON MULTIPLE COUNTS OF SECURITIES FRAUD, EMBEZZLEMENT, AND WITNESS TAMPERING. FACES 8-12 YEARS IN FEDERAL PRISON. He read it again. And again. No tidal wave of vindication. No searing, burning feeling of triumph. The feeling that washed over him was much quieter, much stranger: peace.

Harper Ross It’s official, I hate Liam Specter, but it’s also official how much he stuns me. When I felt his body clash against mine, my posture simply fell apart and for a few seconds I was enveloped by the intoxicating scent he exhaled. The man is beautiful, great, an enormous thing. And above all, smelly, devilishly fragrant. But he is nothing but an arrogant, snobbish and unscrupulous. "Harp, a hundred thousand would change your life" says Noah, taking me out of my disturbing thoughts as I watch the arrogant car coming out of my store door.

It’s always the same petrified expression. Rago looked at him with utmost disgust and contempt, like he would crush him any second. “I… I-I’m not th-the one in charge.” Harvey managed to speak after which a A loud gulp followed. “Who is then?” Seth inquired. “Someone else,” Harvey said. “He’s lying. There’s no way he has a boss, everyone knows that.” Elijah said reluctantly. “I’m not kidding. I have a boss, I just act mean for a show but I swear, I don’t call the shots.” Harvey said.