It had been a long week. A very long week. One that had culminated in a fist fight that Annie had come to without all the skills to win
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Work, work, work. Everyone always envied Harvey work ethic. The man could be a total machine if you gave him space and let him go. Wind him up and just watch him go. Meetings, lunch drinks, paperwork, more meetings, and more drinks. Of course court was thrown in there at different times. He also had to add on keeping an eye on Mike a little better. He was working on righting his past wrongs on his own time. He did all that in his apartment to keep it from Louis. He didn't think he could take a comment from him without punching him.
Jessica frowned on office violence.
Right now he was at his desk with a pen jammed somewhere behind his ear and another being squeezed to death in his right hand. Luckily he was alone in his apartment which meant he didn't have to worry about looking the picture of calm. He could be frustrated and he could throw the files wherever he wanted.
Annie dialed her phone and put it on speaker so she could talk and undress at the same time, though it was probably not a very good idea given the fact that she was going to make some very unladylike sounds because of the pain she was in.
It didn't matter. She was home and she was going to call Harvey. However, because she still wasn't entirely comfortable calling him at the office, she was going to start with his cell phone and hope that he wasn't in court.
He was about to throw the files off his balcony when he heard the his cell. They were safe for now, but that didn't mean he wouldn't get frustrated again and want to put them in the oven. Cameron had really fucked him over. This was the worse mess that Harvey had ever found himself in.
The next task was finding his cell phone in his apartment. It was hidden. Probably lost in his paper work from his crusade. He was normally very tidy, but pressure tended to make it incredibly difficult for him to care.
He found it in the kitchen stashed under some files folders. He leaned forward with his elbows on the counter. He pressed it to his ear and answered. He ran his free hand through his hair quickly. "Harvey Specter." Professional as always. He hadn't even looked at the number or name on the ID.
"Annie-" She grunted as she bent slightly to peel off her top. "Walker."
Setting the shirt on the bed, she sat down next to it without too much of an effort and exhaled slowly before she spoke again. "I was just calling to tell you that I was home again, but you sound like you're really... not happy."
She gave herself a small mental pep-talk before she undid her button and made the smallest whimper as she stood again, this time to remove her jeans. "Are you okay?"
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Jessica frowned on office violence.
Right now he was at his desk with a pen jammed somewhere behind his ear and another being squeezed to death in his right hand. Luckily he was alone in his apartment which meant he didn't have to worry about looking the picture of calm. He could be frustrated and he could throw the files wherever he wanted.
He was going to snap soon.
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It didn't matter. She was home and she was going to call Harvey. However, because she still wasn't entirely comfortable calling him at the office, she was going to start with his cell phone and hope that he wasn't in court.
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The next task was finding his cell phone in his apartment. It was hidden. Probably lost in his paper work from his crusade. He was normally very tidy, but pressure tended to make it incredibly difficult for him to care.
He found it in the kitchen stashed under some files folders. He leaned forward with his elbows on the counter. He pressed it to his ear and answered. He ran his free hand through his hair quickly. "Harvey Specter." Professional as always. He hadn't even looked at the number or name on the ID.
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Setting the shirt on the bed, she sat down next to it without too much of an effort and exhaled slowly before she spoke again. "I was just calling to tell you that I was home again, but you sound like you're really... not happy."
She gave herself a small mental pep-talk before she undid her button and made the smallest whimper as she stood again, this time to remove her jeans. "Are you okay?"
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