𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐘 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Being Harvey Spectors new associate comes with a lot of responsibilities. One main one is not being late for work. Which Mike is right now.

He’d been up all night crafting a strategy for his very first trial—a sexual harassment case that could make or break him. One wrong move, and it wasn’t just the case on the line—it was his place at Pearson Hardman.

He hadn’t meant to sleep in. But his alarm didn’t stand a chance after three hours of sleep and a mind running a mile a minute. He didn’t wake up until he heard Jenny pounding on his door. When he realized he was late, he didn’t even ask what she wanted and took off.

Now, weaving through morning traffic on his bike, Mike ignored the honking cars and angry pedestrians. His only focus was the clock—and the terrifying thought of Harvey’s disappointed glare.

He skid to a halt in front of the Pearson Hardman building, flashed his ID at the security guard with a rushed “Thanks,” and sprinted to the elevator.

The moment the doors opened, he was out—speed-walking toward Harvey’s office with a breathless mix of panic and excitement. Late, yes. But maybe his trial strategy would make up for it. Maybe—

“Harvey, I think I’ve got a solid strat—” He froze.

Standing in Harvey’s office was someone he didn’t recognize. Young like him, sharply dressed, and very much not Harvey.

Mike blinked. “You’re… not Harvey.”