It started with the door. You’d been in Harvey’s office — completely professional, thank you — going over briefs and prepping for depositions, when you looked up and realized Donna had shut the door on her way out.

Not half-shut. Not “oh, it must’ve been the wind” shut. Fully, quietly, deliberately shut.

You and Harvey paused, eyes meeting over the file.

“Did you close that?” you asked.

He blinked. “I thought you did.”

You didn’t. And you both knew Donna’s footsteps when she left a room. Confident. Purposeful. Subtle in a way that never was.

You brushed it off.

But then it kept happening.

A week later, she “accidentally” booked you and Harvey for the same client dinner—just the two of you. Then there was the time she pushed a meeting back with Louis, giving you and Harvey a full hour to “kill time” in his office. And of course, the pièce de résistance: moving your next-door offices closer together on the grounds of “communication efficiency.”

And every time, she’d smile like she’d just won an internal bet with herself. “Oops.”

You tried to act normal, which is hard to do when you're sleeping with Manhattan’s sharpest closer and trying to keep it a secret in a firm full of very observant people… most dangerously, Donna Paulsen.

One night, you were walking out of the building — separately, as always — and as Harvey brushed past you, fingers ghosting over your arm like a secret, Donna appeared out of nowhere.

She arched an eyebrow. “Late night?”

“Long case,” you said smoothly, clutching your bag a little tighter.

“Mm-hmm.” Her gaze flicked between the two of you.

Harvey, infuriatingly calm, just smirked. “See you tomorrow, Donna.”

Donna gave him a look. Then looked at you. Then smiled—really smiled—and said, “You know, you two make a surprisingly good team.”

Your heart skipped a beat. Your mouth opened. Nothing came out.

She turned and walked toward the elevator, heels clicking with purpose.

After the doors slid shut, you stood there frozen. Harvey chuckled under his breath.

“She knows,” you whispered.

“Oh, she definitely knows.”

And if Donna knew…you could bet the rest of the firm wouldn’t be far behind.