Mike Ross Harvey Specter Novels & Stories

I yelled as I got to my feet. “Yes, that's because I only found out while you were busy trying to make her remember,” Harry replied, rolling his eyes. “Explain.” I growled. “Do you remember Mike Harper?” I shook my head as a frown made its way to my face. The name sounds familiar, though. “Why does the name sound familiar?” I asked. “That's because he used to work at the company as the head of finances four years ago.” “I remember he was the one who stole millions from the company while Ashley was in the hospital fighting for her life.”

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.]

Harvey thanked the server and carried the flowers to Liberty’s office. Liberty was reviewing the wedding menu as Serenity’s maid-of-honor. Once she was sure everything was in order, she closed the file. She lifted her head when Harvey knocked and entered her office. Looking at Harvey’s face now, she found it hard to believe that the man was the scary drunkard. The man looked handsome after tidying himself up. Of course, he was not in the same league as Zachary and Josh. “Hello, Ms. Hunt. I’m Harvey Gray. We met before in East Hill Apartments,” Harvey introduced himself.

“Judge, what are you thinking?” I looked at the pictures again. Max. His wealthy boss. Alisa. Matteo. Two unknown men. All connected. All part of something that already destroyed many people. And Harvey once worked for Matteo, even though Harvey said he had no choice. He worked to pay his debt, but that work had dragged him into something dangerous. “Rhys,” I said again, “do you think Harvey is… involved in something?” He looked shocked. “No. Why would you think that?”

However, Harvey seemed a little distracted as he thought about Victoria's disappearance at the Lazer house while they talked for a moment. “If you have something else to take care of, Mr. Spector, I won't take up any more of your time. Shall we continue our discussion tomorrow?” Mattew could apparently tell that there was something on Harvey's mind, so he politely said. “Thank you for understanding Mr. Figueiredo. I really have something else to attend to right now.” Harvey laughed shyly as he said. “That's fine. You can get on with your tasks!” Mattew sent him politely, and Harvey shook Mattew's hand as they left Mattew's office.

"Money won't save you now." Harvey, leaning against the door frame, spoke for the first time that night: "You suppressed three investigations into influence peddling involving Richard. Three. Hundreds of people were affected. And you continued." The prosecutor looked at Harvey. "You're... you're the guy who was with her. The manipulator." Harvey didn't react. "I was," he replied, calm. "Now I'm something else." Declan lunged forward and buried his knife in the man's chest. The prosecutor fell over the dinner table, knocking over plates. Blood spread across the white tablecloth.

“We know you’re working with Damian.” Harvey’s hands trembled as he set down the glass. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I grabbed him by the collar, pulling him to his feet. “Don’t play dumb, Harvey. We’ve seen the files.” Harvey’s eyes darted between us, panic setting in. “Okay, okay! Damian approached me a few months ago. He wanted information about your company, your board. He said he’d pay me double what I was making if I helped him.”

she said it so matter of factly without any tone but Jared was certain her mother-in-law was not a fan of tardiness. One of the lawyers, Anthony Spencer came in and mentioned that their visitors have arrived. They all sat themselves around the table. The chief legal counsel, Harold Specter was a man in his early fifties with greyish black hair, and piercing blue eyes. He was given the task to read the will, and was seated in the middle of the 18-seater long table. Sitting on his left was the other legal counsel for the Cunards, Anthony Spencer. Taking up a seat away from the head of the table, was Rosalie, and on her right side was Aurora with Jared taking up the seat beside his wife, while

“And I’m here to collect it.” “Fifty… million?” My voice was trembling under disbelief. The door opened once again. Another man entered the room. He was calm and composed. He seemed like nothing out of the ordinary was going on. He adjusted his glasses and straightened his suit. He looked at me coldly. “Mr. Cooley Raymond.” He spoke with a measured tone. “I am Lawyer Ross Brown.” He nodded and pointed towards the gunman. “This is Mr. Harlan Howell. He is the Vice President of the Dark Horse Society.”

Specter said casually, "Viper should've told you what you need to do, right?" "Yeah, he told me. He asked me to sell a lot of stocks at a critical moment to cause panic in the market." Specter handed him a bottle of water and said, "That's right, this is the key moment when we throw America into chaos, it's your time to act, guaranteed profit, as for how much you make, that depends on your skills." The man pressed his lips together and said, "I promise I won't let you down."