The world's finest treasure [9/?]
Title: The world’s finest treasure
Pairing: Harvey Specter/Mike Ross
Guest stars for the chapter: Neal Caffrey and June (from 'White Collar')
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 5,453
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters.
Warning: none
Summary: Harvey sits down with a piece of cloth to polish the hideous lamp.
Author’s note: Originally written for suits_meme. The prompt was ‘Harvey somehow acquired Mike-the-Genie.’
Previously in ‘The world’s finest treasure’…
Harvey had taught Mike how to sing by ear with the help of the guitar and Mike had showed him some dance moves in return. Harvey had realized that it was getting harder to be around the genie without touching him while Mike had felt guilty about putting Harvey in harm’s way. A pair of thieves had broken into the condo while Harvey had gone to the grocery store, but the lamp had kept Mike safe and Harvey had knocked out the intruders with Sprite cans. Harvey had got the truth out of Mike that he was terrified of getting sick if he chose to be mortal but luckily, Harvey had got an idea.
“Harvey Specter, you bastard!” was the first thing that Mike yelled as soon as Harvey rubbed him out of his lamp.
“And, here I thought you’d have had enough time to learn your manners.” Harvey said in an amused tone.
“Oh, I know my manners all right. You just don’t deserve them!” Mike shoved an accusing finger right in Harvey’s face. He had expected to spend the weekend with his favorite human being as usual, but Harvey hadn’t summoned him until late Sunday afternoon. He had been worried sick that something could have happened to his master, all because he hadn’t listened to him and hadn’t made a wish for his own safety.
“First, you don’t let me in on that idea of yours all week, and now this? You’re the most annoying person I’ve ever met!”
“You clearly haven’t had the displeasure of meeting Louis Litt.” Harvey patted the spot next to him on the couch before opening the giant bottle of Sprite and pouring it in a mug.
“Sprite? Really? You really think I’ll suddenly be in a forgiving mood after drinking some Sprite? Shouldn’t you start with an apology and an explanation? Aren’t you supposed to be the one with the silver tongue here?” Mike was fuming to the point that blue smoke was coming out of his ears.
Harvey couldn’t help but grin at the pouty genie. The weekend had been too quiet without him. “You missed me. We were apart for less than two days, you know.”
“I didn’t miss you. I thought you were dead!”
“Take the drama down a notch, Juliet. See, this is funny because Shakespeare wrote ‘Romeo and Juliet’ and you were once his genie.” Harvey’s grin got wider as Mike’s frown got deeper. It was cute that his genie had been so worried about him.
“Lighten up, Mike. That’s why I called you so late. We’ve been busy all week and I didn’t get enough time to think about your suggestion. I want to make my second wish just like you wanted me to.”
“So you finally pulled your head out of your ass and want to wish for your safety?”
“Yes.” Harvey didn’t appreciate the way the question was worded but he figured that he could let this one go. He hadn’t meant for the genie to worry so much.
Harvey nudged the mug into his associate’s hands and Mike only noticed then that the black mug read ‘The best associate in the world’.
“You’re damn right I am. An associate like me only comes around every few centuries.” Mike took the mug and hummed happily as the taste of the cold beverage tickled his tongue.
Harvey watched as the genie took his time enjoying his drink. The windy hands, the bright blue eyes, and the sharp banter they shared; he was going to miss them all.
“Wish granted.” Mike said after gulping down his favorite beverage. He felt much better now.
“There’s something else I want to talk to you about.” Harvey’s voice became serious. “I have news about Neal Caffrey.”
Mike’s stomach dropped. This couldn’t be good. Neal was in jail. Did he die in a prison riot? Or did he get injured while protecting a weaker man?
“No need to look so worried. He’s out of jail. He works as a C.I for a FBI agent.” Whether he needed the con man or not, Harvey had wanted to deliver this piece of news to give Mike some closure.
“A C.I? What about his sentence?”
“He has an ankle monitor on at all times and will complete his sentence as a consultant for the FBI.” Harvey tossed the file to Mike so that he wouldn’t think that he had made it all up.
“Wow, this is impressive.” Mike started to read through the file with a smile on his face. He was thrilled that Neal wasn’t wasting his talent in jail and was helping the good guys. It seemed that he and his handler Peter Burke made a pretty good team. Their case-closing rate was off the charts.
Harvey crossed his arms with a disapproving look on his face. He didn’t like how his genie was admiring the con man’s work.
“Ahaha, he caught his own copycat! Neal always loved to meet a fan one way or another.”
‘Great. He’s giggling.’ It pained Harvey to think that Mike would do far more than giggling once he was back with Caffrey. But no matter how hard he had racked his brain, he couldn’t come up with a better solution.
“Harvey?” Mike caught his master looking wistful and oddly sentimental. Something didn’t feel right. “What’s going on?”
“I’m going to take you to Caffrey’s place. The sooner, the better.” Harvey refilled Mike’s mug.
“A visit?”
“An extended visit, I hope.”
“What do you mean? Like a sleepover?”
Harvey shook his head. It was time to share the plan. “I’m going to make a wish about your health, Mike. That’s going to be my third wish. And, since you need more time to think about your future, I’ll take you to Caffrey. He’ll take things from there until you’re ready to be set free.”
Mike didn’t like the plan. If Harvey made his last wish, he would no longer be able to summon him out of the lamp. He shouldn’t have told Harvey that Neal had one wish left. He was still greatly fond of Neal but he wasn’t in love with him anymore. He had moved onto Harvey and he was the one who should keep him company while he figured out what to do with his life.
“I’ll take your silence as a sign that you like the plan.” Harvey hoped that Mike wouldn’t make things any more difficult than it had to be.
“Does this look like a happy face to you?” Mike pointed at his scowling face.
“Do you have a better suggestion?”
“Yes. Now that we’re both safe, I can stay with you until I figure things out. Then, you can wish for my health and we can go ask for Neal’s help.” Mike downed the mug at one go. It was strange that Harvey hadn’t thought of this simple plan. Perhaps it was time for his summer vacation.
“I’m afraid we can’t do that.” Harvey knew that he had to show his genie some tough love.
“Why not?”
“Because you’ll take ages to decide if you’re with me.”
“And, you think my decision-making process will speed up if I’m with Neal?” Mike failed to see the logic here.
“Yes. Because you’re going to miss me.”
“But if I choose to go back to my land even after being set free, I won’t get to see you anyway.”
“That’s right. But I was hoping you wouldn’t make that choice.” Harvey looked Mike straight in the eye. He was counting on Mike’s insatiable curiosity and refused to believe that there could be a more interesting individual than himself in the land of genies.
“What if I choose to be human but stay with Neal instead?” Mike wanted to know why Harvey was feeling so confident.
“I’d like to think you would’ve learned to appreciate decent, legal jobs after working as a lawyer.”
“So I’d choose you over him because of your job?”
“Well, there’s my can throwing skills too, of course.”
Mike laughed. He wouldn’t have Harvey any other way. But his laughter soon faded away as he thought about the plan. “I hope I have a say in this plan. You sound like you’re all ready to send me away.”
“That’s just it, Mike. I’ll never be ready. That’s why I said the sooner, the better.” Harvey reached out and caressed the genie’s cheek. How he wished that he could feel solid human skin against his fingertips. It wasn’t like he didn’t appreciate Mike the way he was. But he couldn’t get a firm grasp on him and for someone as possessive as himself, it was just pure torture.
Mike leaned into his master’s touch and thought about all the days that he had pondered on the second phase of his life. If he returned to his land, he would probably enjoy living another few hundred years without a single threat. Many genies went into teaching business to share the knowledge and experience they had gathered for centuries. But he had never been much of a teacher and what would life be without a few unexpected incidents? He wasn’t sure if it was because of his particularly brilliant mind, but he had absolutely no tolerance when it came to boring matters. That was what he had in common with his human masters and that was why he had loved them so much.
Harvey Specter was like an onion. He had layers and layers of charm underneath him and Mike had been thrilled every time he got to see a new aspect of him. At first, he had seen the obvious charm; the handsome face, the suits that looked like a second skin, and the confidence in his attitude. Then he had seen the eye crinkles, the depth in his voice, and the sense of humor. And then, the really good part had come along. Harvey had a ferocious will to protect what he considered his and the emotions that derived from it were rather intense. One would think at first that he didn’t even have a heart, but Mike knew that Harvey had a heart that could beat twice as strongly as a regular one. It was perfect really, given how he had a windy heart.
Would he miss Harvey enough to make a choice fairly quickly even when Neal was around? How could Harvey be so confident about his loyalty and love when he knew that as a genie, he would move on from his previous master and serve his new one? They hadn’t even been allowed to express their feelings for each other because of their working relationship. So what made Harvey think that would be enough for him to choose him?
“What’s the one aspect of human life that’s better than all the others?” Mike rested his head on his boss’ shoulder. He liked it here. He could hear Harvey’s voice closely and the warmth of his skin travelled easily to his.
“Am I speaking on behalf of humanity here?”
They shared a laugh before Harvey asked back, “Have you ever loved another genie before?”
“Not really.” Genies didn’t have families to begin with. It was difficult to find a decent starting point. Harvey’s gaze told Mike that it was exactly his point.
Mike understood what love was. He had been fortunate to fall in love with his masters and he had had the privilege to watch closely how a great writer like Shakespeare handled the complex concept. He had only experienced a tiny portion of it with Harvey though. All they ever did was hide at his condo, hoping that nobody would look for them. But even though they didn’t work on the masterpieces of English literature or steal the most valuable treasures on Earth, they had their thing. There was no simpler yet more fulfilling way to bond with Harvey than exchanging banter with him. The easiness of their interaction made him feel like they were perfectly compatible for each other.
Besides, if he thought about the one quality that his masters lacked, it made more sense that Harvey was the one for him. Shakespeare lacked the gorgeous looks while Neal could use a better sense of morality. Harvey’s weakness was compassion and that was the only one that he could actually have a positive influence on.
“Hey, no need to torment yourself right now. There’s still time.”
“But you’re going to kick me out soon.”
“I just want you to have a fair perspective, puppy. I’m not trying to force you into a decision here. Quite the opposite. I want you to take some time away from me and think about what you really want.”
“Why can’t you just keep me in the lamp then? And, ask me every once in a while if I’m ready.”
“You’ll never be ready that way. You’ll know I’ll rub the lamp and see you at some point.”
Mike sulked and Harvey tried to find the right words. “Listen, Mike. There’s absolutely no reason for you to serve other people, relying your fate on a lamp. Maybe that works for other genies but you’re special. You have too much talent and free will to rot in there. You don’t need any kind of magic to feel good about yourself. Even if it has nothing to do with me, I think it’s way past time that you chose a proper path for your own good.”
Harvey felt like he was a motivational speaker who was trying to get a young boy out of the house so that he could explore the corners of the world. “There’s nothing like freedom, Mike. There’s really nothing like it. Just ask Caffrey.”
Mike now understood why Harvey was insisting that he should spend some time with Neal. He wanted him to see just how restrictive one’s life could be without physical freedom. “What are you going to do without me? Get another associate?”
“I’ll be fine on my own. Maybe I’ll get more work done if I don’t have to check on you so often.”
“I hope you said that with love.”
Harvey didn’t say a word and looked at his genie with an expression that Mike had never seen before. He wasn’t ready to see such a vulnerable side of his master. He wanted to remember Harvey as a badass who would have no problem going back to his previous life style. Then Mike realized that he would be very sad if Harvey had no problem at all. Perhaps it wouldn’t be too cruel to wish that he would suffer a little.
“Are we finally going to have sex then? How much time do we have? A week? A month?” Mike tried to lighten the mood.
“We have a week and we’re not going to have sex. You need incentive to come back to me.”
Mike snorted. “Are you sure that’s the reason why you don’t want to sleep with me?”
“What are you implying?” Harvey’s eyebrow shot up.
“I don’t know, maybe you don’t have much to show me. Even if we don’t factor in the fact that I can morph mine into any size or shape.” Mike giggled.
Harvey tried not to picture it in his mind. He didn’t need another reason to rip off his associate’s suit.
“You’re sure you don’t want to check it out? You know Neal did.” Mike pushed it. He wanted to have a souvenir and what could be better than vivid memories of an amazing night with Harvey?
Harvey gripped Mike’s face and kissed him roughly. He wasn’t going to go any further but he needed this kiss. There was only so much he could resist. Ever since Donna had handed him the antique lamp, his life had been filled with uncontrollable issues, mostly related to security and sexual desire. He was a man who was all about control, and he hadn’t lost this much control since he had enjoyed his tenth birthday cake. It was all because of this genie that had completely changed his life. Still, Harvey couldn’t find it in himself to get mad at him.
“Master, please…” Mike panted into Harvey’s ear and Harvey had to bite his lips to keep the animalistic growl down his throat.
Mike tugged at Harvey’s T-shirt and sneaked a hand under it. He didn’t waste any time to run his palm down his master’s chest. He could definitely serve a chest like this.
Harvey tried to grab Mike’s wrist but it kept turning into smoke. “Mike!”
“Can you learn how to enjoy life for a moment?” Mike accused in a pouting tone, pulling his hand back. He didn’t want to get grounded again.
“This has nothing to do with it but I certainly know how to enjoy life.”
“Oh yeah? When was the last time you enjoyed it then?”
Harvey thought about it. When was it? He had played darts with Mike on Friday night. It was fun even though Mike had made him look bad. Mike had laughed at him until he had tears in his eyes and Harvey had liked how his laughter filled the spacious condo.
Mike frowned. “Why are you grinning like an idiot? Don’t tell me that answering my questions is the best part of your life.”
Harvey pulled his genie into his arms. “You’re right, puppy. I should enjoy my life much more if I think I’m going to miss your insults.”
Mike glared at the lamp next to the couch so that he wouldn’t shed any tears. He was going to miss insulting his master too.
“Let’s make the most of the time we have left.” Harvey was grateful when Mike nodded without putting up a fight. He was doing this for Mike and Mike knew it.
For the next six days, Mike wore Harvey’s tie every morning and Harvey sang him a song on his guitar every evening. Mike didn’t want to forget what Harvey smelled like and Harvey didn’t want Mike to forget what he sounded like.
They engaged in banter more fiercely and insulted each other with passion. Occasionally, one of them would lose it and pull the other one into a maddening kiss. When the kiss was over, they would pour more insults over each other’s head so that they wouldn’t jump into bed together.
Sunday afternoon came coldheartedly quickly. While Harvey was on the phone with Ray, Mike was busy hiding his things in the living room. Harvey had made him pack everything but Mike wanted to leave a trace. He wanted Harvey to think about him every time he found something that belonged to him. So far he had hidden a dart under a cushion of the couch, an empty Sprite can in the DVD basket, and a piece of the puzzle that Donna had given him under the remote control. Now if only he could find a place for his skinny tie…
“Okay, Mike, it’s time. Let me make my last wish.”
Mike was running out of time. Luckily, he had an idea. “All right. Close your eyes and make the wish, Harvey.”
Harvey raised his eyebrow. “I always had my eyes open when I made a wish.”
Mike made an irritated sound. “It’s different when it’s your last one, okay?”
Harvey gave him a suspicious glance but closed his eyes eventually. “We’re going to say goodbye at Caffrey’s place so need for tears right now.” He figured that was the reason why Mike wanted his eyes closed.
“Got it. I wasn’t going to cry but if you want to cry…”
“Mike.” Harvey held his genie’s hands and took a deep breath. This was it. He wasn’t going to be Mike’s master anymore.
Mike took off his skinny tie with his mind. It was time for some magic. He engraved a few words in a hurry and shot it up into the air conditioner on the ceiling. It wasn’t the most romantic place to hide a souvenir but this was the best he could do.
“I want you to be healthy, Mike. I don’t want you to even get a sore throat or a cramp. That’s my third wish.” Harvey opened his eyes and let the genie kiss him one last time.
“Thank you. And, your wish is granted.” Mike smiled as he slowly went inside the lamp.
Harvey stood still as Mike literally slipped through his fingers. He was missing him already.
Neal was having a glass of wine on the terrace while looking at a picture of him and Mike. They were tugging at each other’s ear with a goofy smile on their faces.
‘Mike…’ He couldn’t resist caressing the genie’s face with his finger. He missed him so much. He remembered the day that they had taken the picture. He had bought Mike a brand new camera and Mike had insisted that the first picture to be taken should be of them together.
He had destroyed all the other pictures for Mike’s safety but he couldn’t let go of this one. There wasn’t a single day that went by without him regretting his first wish. He should have wished for his eternal freedom so he could be with Mike for the rest of his life. But instead, he had wished that he could get his hands on the stolen art that the Nazis had kept. What was the point of having all that art when he had already secured the finest treasure in the world? Mike was priceless but because of his excessive greed, they couldn’t have a future together.
Knock-knock.
Neal hid the picture in his suit pants pocket before opening the door. June was standing there with a curious look on her face.
“Neal, there’s a handsome man at the door, asking to meet you. He says he’s a friend of Mike’s.”
“Mike? Mike who?” He had a feeling which Mike it was but he wanted to be sure.
“This may sound bizarre but he says he has the lamp.”
Neal stopped breathing. Harvey Specter was here. Against his better judgment, he had found out that Mozzie had handed the lamp to a woman in his book club and that the woman had offered it to her boss. He had done his homework and had read everything on Harvey Specter. He seemed trustworthy on paper but Neal wasn’t fooled; the man was a lawyer.
‘Why did he come to see me? Is something wrong with the lamp?’ Neal felt his head swirling.
“Neal, is everything all right?” June looked at her dear tenant with concern. “Should I let him up?”
“Yes please.” Neal smiled faintly and watched her go down the stairs. It wouldn’t take long before he found out what this surprise visit was about.
Harvey cautiously walked up the stairs, clutching the handle of his briefcase. He knew all about Neal Caffrey but he had never actually met the criminal. He didn’t think that the con man would be particularly hostile towards him but if things went wrong, he was prepared to swing his briefcase and leave the place unharmed.
‘I can’t believe it has come to this.’ He knew that it was no use crying over spilt milk but he couldn’t stop thinking about his first wish. Back then, he had had no doubt that he wouldn’t need the other two wishes. He had thought that only losers who didn’t know how to work for what they wanted needed help from a genie. He hadn’t expected to care so much about a creature that was trapped inside a lamp as if he had been a caring person all his life. How foolish and arrogant human beings were. Perhaps that was why they only got three wishes. Perhaps it was about learning a lesson in life.
Harvey tried to clear his head, reminding himself that this was not the time or place to get philosophical. He had to be at his sharpest and get the job done.
“You must be Mr. Specter.”
Harvey looked up as he reached the top of the stairs. The silver skinny tie personally offended him. ‘He looks like an eel.’
Neal didn’t appreciate Harvey’s appearance either. ‘Is it necessary to look down on me like a shark? He’s in my waters!’
“Harvey Specter.” Harvey held out his hand and made sure that he squeezed the slippery hand. So this was Mike’s previous employer.
“Neal Caffrey.” Neal tried not to wince at the force of the handshake. Was this the right man for the lamp? Did Mike serve this unpleasant guy for months?
“So, to what do I owe the pleasure of having the city’s best closer at my humble place?” Neal managed to get his hand out of the tight grip and slammed the door, narrowly missing Harvey’s right arm.
Harvey glared at the rude host as he stepped further inside the house. “It’s about Mike.”
“Naturally.” Neal smiled at how annoyed the lawyer looked until he realized that something must be terribly wrong if this man who obviously despised him had come to see him. “Is he all right?”
“Yes. But he could use your help.” Harvey took the seat that Neal offered at the table and looked around the place. There was no way he could live in a place like this when the FBI didn’t pay him at all. He must have sold some stolen goods or have used that eely charm of his to sweet-talk the woman who had opened the door for him. Harvey decided that it was the latter. As far as he knew, con men liked to take advantage of other people simply because they could.
“Would you care for a glass of wine?” Neal offered, remembering his manners. He couldn’t drink alone when there was a guest in the house.
Harvey glanced at the bottle of wine suspiciously and heard the criminal laugh.
“It doesn’t contain any suspicious substance, Mr. Specter. Let me prove it to you.” Neal poured a bit of wine into his glass and drank it happily.
Harvey gave the man a nod and let him fill his glass. He could use a drink right now. What had Mike seen in this guy? What made him speak so fondly about him? Other than a shiny exterior and excellent wine pouring skills, what made him special?
“What does he need my help for? I’m surprised there’s something you couldn’t do for him.” Neal sat across his visitor and enjoyed the irritated look on his face. He must be madly in love with Mike if he was showing this much emotion. He could tell that the man didn’t hate him because he was a convicted felon. He hated him because he had been in a romantic relationship with Mike.
“Mike told me that you had one wish left. He was hoping that you’d use it to set him free.” Harvey went straight to the point. He didn’t want to spend another minute with this man.
“But I’m not his master anymore.” Neal was confused.
“I used all of my three wishes so I can’t summon him. But you can.” Harvey picked up his glass, hoping that the taste of wine would get rid of the bitterness in his mouth.
Neal was genuinely surprised. “So, you’re saying that Mike wants to be free? How did you manage to convince him?”
“You said it yourself. I’m the best closer in the city.” Harvey made sure that he sounded as smug as he possibly could.
Neal regretted not keeping a bottle of wine that contained untraceable poison. Why were lawyers always on their high horses?
“But he’s not ready yet so you’ll have to babysit him for a while.” Harvey threw in the punch line.
Neal laughed. “That’s a bad idea.” He lifted his left leg to show him the anklet. “I can’t keep him away from threats if I’m tied to this thing.”
“That’s a risk he’ll have to take. You might as well teach him the value of freedom.”
“So you basically want me to return him to you as a human. Is that right?”
“That would be ideal but it’s his own future. He can decide what to be and whom to be with.”
“So you won’t drag my ass back to jail even if he chooses me?” Neal gave him a bright smile.
Harvey decided to ignore the question and pulled out a bankbook from his briefcase. “It’s the money Mike earned while working as my associate. I’d appreciate it if you safely handed it over to him.”
Neal understood what the man was implying. “You really think I’d steal from my own genie?”
Harvey clenched his teeth. Mike was still his genie until someone else rubbed the lamp.
“Why didn’t you give it to him yourself?” Neal took a look at the numbers in the bankbook. Pearson-Hardman hadn’t been stingy to their newest associate.
“Because I knew he wouldn’t take it. He doesn’t even know I saved it for him.” Harvey remembered how Mike had told him that money didn’t have any value to him so that Harvey should use it instead.
Neal saw a familiar expression in the lawyer’s eyes. He knew too well what it felt like to having to let go of one of the most precious things that he had ever had. “Let me see the lamp then.”
Harvey pulled out the lamp and put it on the table. Then he had to watch with horror and contempt as the con man rubbed the lamp with the back of his skinny tie. ‘Of course he has no respect for ties. Even skinny ones don’t deserve that!’
Neal watched with awe as the beam of blue light came out of the lamp. He didn’t think that he would ever get another chance to see the magnificent sight.
“Neal!” Mike beamed and threw his arms around Neal’s neck.
“Hey, Mike. I missed your pretty face.” Neal hugged the genie tight and buried his nose in the blond hair.
“Hm-hmm.” Harvey cleared his throat. Five seconds were more than enough to say hello to someone you hadn’t seen in a while.
“Oh, hi, Harvey.” Mike left Neal’s arms and gave Harvey a kiss on the cheek.
Neal felt the urge to cut out the part of the carpet where June’s dog had relieved himself and rub it all over the smug face. But he wasn’t supposed to assault anyone when he wasn’t a free man so he focused on the cute genie instead. “Hey, no more fig leaves? You wear suits now?”
“Yeah, Harvey bought them for me.” Mike stated proudly. They were high-quality suits.
“Oh, so he was your sugar daddy?” Neal didn’t miss the intense annoyance that crossed the lawyer’s face. This was fun.
“Neal, behave.” Mike didn’t want to upset Harvey when it was time to say goodbye to him.
“I think I should get going.” Harvey left a kiss on Mike’s forehead before picking up his briefcase and standing up.
“I hope I won’t take too long. Can I call you?” Mike asked as he held onto Harvey’s arm.
“Only if there’s an emergency.”
“And, when I’ve made a decision?”
“Yes, you can call me. Be careful, Mike.”
“You too.”
Harvey saw the shadow on Mike’s face as he gently let the genie loosen his grip on his arm. “Hey, puppy, you have to trust me, okay? This is for the best.”
Mike nodded. “I trust you.”
Neal bit his tongue not to burst into laughter. The scary lawyer called Mike puppy?
“Ahaha…” At least he had tried.
With another death glare shot his way, Neal got up to see his visitor out.
“Thanks, but I think I’m big enough to let myself out.” Harvey headed to the door.
“Are you always this snappy?” Neal got to the door first and opened it for him.
“Only to those who can take it.” Harvey held out his hand. He was leaving Mike in this man’s custody. He had nothing to gain by leaving things on a bad note. One handshake wasn’t going to fix anything but he knew that it would be appreciated.
Neal cautiously shook the shark’s hand. The great lawyer was worried. “He’ll be fine here. Nothing to worry about.”
“I certainly hope so for your own sake.”
Neal laughed and gave Mike a moment to wave at Harvey before closing the door. He had no idea how things were eventually going to play out between Mike and himself. But now that he got a second chance, he wasn’t going to blow it away.