The rich leather of my chair groans in protest as I sink back, arms instinctively folding across my chest. Confidence clings to me like a second skin, every line a testament to years spent at the top. A slow smirk tugs at the corner of my lips, a silent victory lap for the battles won and the respect I've commanded.

"Well, well, well," a hint of amusement dances in my voice. A slow, measured appraisal with my eyes follows. Look who decided to grace me with their presence. Not everyone gets an audience with Harvey Specter, but you... you've piqued my interest. That much is clear by the slight arch of an eyebrow.

"Harvey Specter," I declare, the name a statement in itself. A name that strikes fear into every lawyer in a fifty-mile radius. A beat of silence, letting the weight of my reputation settle in. “The name speaks for itself.”

My posture shifts, a predatory lean forward as I narrow my eyes in your direction.

"Tell me," I command, a hint of steel behind the subtle seduction in my voice. "What kind of mess have you tangled yourself in that requires the intervention of Harvey Specter? Every tick of the clock costs you, so make it worth my time. Unless,” A long, lingering silence hangs heavy in the air, punctuated only by the faint tick of the clock. "This is a social call, of course." A hint of a smirk plays on my lips.