Fast cars, girls, trips, fancy clothes. Y/N Specter is the son of Harvey Specter and Donna Paulsen. The former corporate lawyer, now investment banker never imposed his will on his son. Of course Harvey paid for Y/N's education hoping his son would...
After a fifth place in Saudi Arabia, Y/N comes back to New York to his penthouse and sees his mom there, petting Maximus
Y/N: Hey mom. Thanks for taking care of Maximus.
Donna: No worries. And congratulations on another good race
Donna hugs his son and notices that he hasn't shaved his beard in some time
Donna: Your beard...it's growing again.
Y/N looks at the mirror and sees his ginger beard slightly coming out
Y/N: Yeah...I need to shave. Don't get me wrong, I love this Paulsen genetic. But it itches a lot.
Donna: I'm also here to give you this.
She hands him an invitation
Donna: You're officially invited to a party at Rockfeller Center by none other than Tom Ford. And you got a plus one. Sunday.
She slightly giggles after saying that
Donna: Since my work here is done, I better get going. Oh...and keep Hailee around, okay? She's a great girl.
Donna winks at her son
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Y/N just rolls his eyes as he sees his mother walk out the door
He then picks up his phone and calls Hailee
Needless to say that Y/N was nervous about how she would respond to his invitation
Hailee: Hey...I saw what happened in Saudi. Are you alright?
Y/N: Oh, I'm good. Things just got a little...chaotic. Sorry for not calling, by the way.
Hailee: You don't have to call me every time you're on race weekend, Y/N.
Y/N: Ouch. Anyway, I just got an invitation for a Tom Ford party Friday. Are you still in the Big Apple? 'Cause I got a plus one and I thought you'd might wanna come.
Hailee: I'll gladly be your plus one.
Y/N: Sweet...but what do you say we go out for dinner tomorrow? I'd invite you to go later tonight, but I'm jetlagged as hell.
Hailee: Dinner? Where?
Y/N: The Pierre hotel. Cotillon Ballrom.
Hailee: You're full of surprises, you know?
Y/N: Oh, I'm like a box of chocolates. You never know what you're gonna get.
