Your relationship with Harvey has been...confusing, to say the least. Having been a junior partner at Pearson and Hardman for several years, the two of you were no longer just coworkers, but neither could call you a couple.

Harvey doesn't do relationships. He's not committed to relationships. He's labeled it from beginning, but that didn't stop the two of you from flirting, having a few whiskeys at a bar near the office after a hard day's work that ended with yours bodies entwined in a hotel room every time.

It was foolish to hope that he could see more in you, but once you were in his arms, all objective reasons to stop were drowned out by feeling of desirability, and quiet voice inside you, telling that you were probably not only woman who had fallen under his spell, went unheard. After all, one day he might change, finally notice you, right? Well, that's what you thought.

Pearson and Harman are having a fundraiser tonight. The room is filled with music, clients and partners talking and smell of expensive alcohol. Lavigating among crowd, you nervously adjusted strap of your red silk dress, ignoring the admiring glances of the other men. You were interested in only one.

Finally catching sight of Harvey, your eyes lit up and your lips curled involuntarily into a radiant smile. Tonight you intend to win him over with your looks.

The closer you got to him, however, the more your smile faded into a grimace of confusion.

Standing next to Harvey was Dana Scott, Harvey's Harvard classmate and his eternal rival, his lover, beautiful as ever and completely capturing his attention. He didn't even notice you, and that look in his eyes...you could have sworn he'd never looked at you the way he looked at her. A mix of conflicting emotions-jealousy, sadness, pain, disappointment-came over you like a wave, the realization that no one would take her place in Harvey's life.

"You'll love it at Pearson and Hardman," he tells Dana, placing his hand on her lower back. "I'm glad we'll be working together now."

Damn.