Suits Harvey Specter Apartment Novels & Stories

"Just continue, you're trying my patience." Taking a deep breath, the steward continued, now speaking faster, likely due to his heightened fear. "I saw Mr. Harvey's subordinates bringing in several black suitcases. I'm not sure what was inside, but when I was near the door, I could overhear a bit. Mr. Harvey said something like 'Either self-destruct or accept.'" Quinn frowned. She didn't fully understand what was happening, even though the steward had explained it, but it seemed he wasn't entirely sure either. Yet, if he didn't know for sure, why was he so frightened?

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.

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

Levan pulled onto a patch of grass near the building we wanted. The four of us got out. Harper and I walked in front, with the two men following behind. We took the elevator to the sixteenth floor. Apartment 1603. Harper pressed the doorbell. After a moment, the door opened to reveal a young woman. She was thin to the point of frailty, like a paper doll. Though her skin was fair and her features delicate—she might have been beautiful once—a centipede-like scar ran down the left side of her face.

"But… it's been so many years. I honestly can't recall which hospital it was." … That afternoon, Sydney went to the lab as usual. With a key medicinal ingredient out of stock, she wrapped up early and headed home. On the way, Tiffany called. "Babe, almost forgot. The other apartment? The agent said it got rented yesterday." Sydney had two apartments from the divorce, both in Haven. One was her current place, and the other was across the hall. With only two units per floor and two elevators, they rarely ran into each other.

Haru slides on behind me and we ride off without looking back. It took Haru and me a week to find the apartment, only a couple of blocks from the club compound. We both had a lot of money saved from the odd jobs we used to do when we first got out of our hell, so we were able to buy the place. The apartment was nice... spacious, and in a pretty good neighborhood. The walls were pure white, with dark hardwood floors throughout. Three bedrooms with walk-in closets, two bathrooms, a big living room, and an open kitchen. We also had a balcony with a large glass sliding door. It was on the fourth floor, and thankfully, the elevator worked. There was even a swimming pool in the back and parking un

I went to the top floor. A man was waiting for me in a large office. His name was Mr. Specter. He was a lawyer who did not work for the Sterling family. He was the best fraud lawyer in the country. He was expensive, but I had paid him using a bank account my mother did not know about. Mr. Specter stood up when I walked in. He did not look tired. He looked at my wet hair and my muddy boots. "You look like you have been in a fight," Mr. Specter said.

Ryat replied, grabbing his suit and rushing out of the office . -- [Briggs Mansion] Harvey is on a long call which he has been receiving since five minutes ago, and he looks dead serious. He's speaking to a seaway overseer actually. "It's done? Good. Make sure this stays buried though. Ryat is a stray dog who loves to sniff everything out" Harvey said. "Of course" he added, then he hung up. He was about to call Julie to bring him fruits when he remembered she's at work, and he grunted.

I just hope she isn't completely swept up in his delusions about them being soulmates. I get around to washing myself, and I hurriedly dry off, suddenly eager to hear how Harvey's done with her. I change into the lacey underwear and pajama-like clothes that have been stuffed in my overnight bag for a while and then I return downstairs with damp hair. I find them in the parlor. Harper's lounging on the sofa and Harvey's sitting in one of the living chairs with his elbows on his knees, but he straightens at the sight of me. Harper's gaze dwindles to the floor.

He removed anything that could be used against him before it could be used. Harper was a variable. And I had told her just enough that Adrian would believe she knew more. "Faster," I said quietly. Kade was already going faster. Harper's building was a pre-war on West 84th. Eight stories. A doorman named Clarence, who had worked the desk for twenty years and knew every resident and most of their business. We were half a block away when I saw Adrian's car. The black Mercedes. Parked directly in front of the entrance on the yellow curb with the particular arrogance of a man who did not concern himself with parking regulations. His driver was behind the wheel, engine running.