Suits (My Worst Partner-Enemy)

Twin Sister Bear

Maya POV
I instantly froze. Donna stood three inches away from me. She crossed her arms sassily. "Ok, what's going on with you? You don't think I noticed you been ignoring me? Not to mention you suddenly left and it's not for the bathroom." She mentioned. I scoffed and began washing my hands. "Duh, I was going to wash my hands." I partially lied. She nodded unconvincingly. "Then why did you check your phone? When it beeped?" She asked. If only there's a backdoor in this bathroom. I looked down and fought an urge to huff. "Nothing to concern you." I quickly said. Donna raised an eyebrow in disbelief. "And why shouldn't it? You seemed quite upset when you checked it. Was it something important?" She asked. I nodded my head no and dried my hands with paper towel. "Again, nothing to concern you." I spoke in a serious tone. She looked at me worriedly. "Maya—I cut her off. Alright, that's it I'm done. "Donna, what call and what text I'm answering is not your business. Hell, not even your business to know. You don't even know. That's the thing, you think you know everything but you don't. You're not God nor a freaking fortune teller. You didn't even know about a fucking memo that you destroyed, nearly getting Harvey fired. You can spit that self-righteous bullshit on everyone but not me. Matter of fact, if you ever, ever, betray or hurt my sister any kind of way, I'll bring you a case." I snapped. The whole time Donna was taken back by my voice. "That's not true....I'm not self-righteous, I know people." She stammered in a shaken voice. I nodded in disagreement. "You know people professionally because it's your job as a secretary, it doesn't mean you know people in general. As if you point at one stranger and think their name. There's not a person in this world that's always right." I told her. She couldn't muster up a word right now. Part of me wanted to smile because I felt tired of self-righteous and conceited people trying to be superior to others. My brain clicked, remembering what I've seen on her desk a week when she got rehired. I almost spoke but she caught up. Donna fake smiled. "Well, what can I say? Guess I'm awesome at what I do." She said, though her voice was a little shaken. I returned the gesture and crossed my arms. "Is that why Harvey got you rehired? Or it's because he paid you?" I asked. Her smile immediately dropped. I hummed in response while tapping my cheek. "Weird. The day you came back, I noticed a paycheck of quite a double on your desk. At first, I thought it was a promotion check so I went to ask Jessica. She said people who get rehired don't get promotion checks. Why would anyone be paid before getting rehired? So I checked the date of the check and it was practically yesterday when you were still fired. Either you got a rich uncle or somebody Liz said and I quote "you worked for for twelve years" handed you money." I explained. Donna scoffed. "Exactly. Twelve years so what's wrong with him paying me?" She asked dismissively. "First, I would never take a check from a man just to get myself rehired. If I was going to be rehired, it's because I worked my ass off from morning to night and didn't need anything handed over on a silver platter and I wouldn't expect it to either. Donna, hardworking women don't take a paycheck to get rehired. You should already "know" that considering Liz won a case for women who are being denied promotions because they're not men." I growled. Her shoulders seemed to be shaking as much as her voice. "I have to go." She spoke shakily and walked out. I let out a long breath I didn't know I held. That was enough to release all my hidden anger I've been keeping since discovering she knew Mike's secret and how much it'll hurt Liz once she know. I shoved my phone in my pocket while leaving.

9PM.

Anonymous POV
Whilst turning on the TV, I placed a cold wet water bottle on the end table and flunked myself on the couch. I figured Donna would need it, knowing she probably had a few drinks at the restaurant. Thinking about my last night with her hit me more than anything else. I surprisingly felt happy in New York with her then in California where all these women throw themselves on me wherever I go. Even enjoy the warmth from her fireplace due to the crazy cold weather, cuddled up in blankets, drinking hot tea, holding her close as her head rests on my chest with our hands intertwining. My doorbell ringed. I got up and walked to unlock it. Spending two hours, talking to a couple friends, finishing last-minute work remotely, that one special lady arrived at my door. Unfortunately, my smile dropped to a worried frown. Donna couldn't speak as if she was fighting a lump in her throat. Tears stained her face which made her mascara run. I instantly picked her up and carried her in. I laid her down on the couch before taking off her heels and throwing her coat on the chair. I grabbed the bottle and twisted the cap. "Drink this." I told her. She nodded, drinking quickly. I kissed her forehead softly. I waited patiently until she stopped drinking. Donna sniffled while taking a deep breath. "Thank you." She mumbled. "What happened? Babe, what's wrong?" I asked in the softest tone and intertwined my hands with hers. She looked down but was thinking deeply. "Donna." I whispered. She began breathing rapidly while her hands got sweaty. Jumping into action, I pulled her chin up gently. "Donna, listen to me. Breathe. Follow my breathing." I instructed. She quickly nodded and followed my breathing as I mentally counted to six. She finally calmed down once I reached six. I cupped her face and kissed her warmly. She kissed back before wrapping herself around my waist. "It's ok. You're ok. I'm here." I spoke in a soothing voice. I rubbed her back comfortingly. We stayed like this for a while. "How'd you know?" Is all she asked. I sighed, knowing this was gonna be brought up. "Someone I knew dealt with anxiety attacks back in high school. His parents went through a tough divorce." I explained. Donna suddenly parted from me and looked like she seen a ghost. "W-w-what?" She stuttered. I looked at her weirdly. "His parents divorced." I repeated. Tears refill her eyes. "Excuse me." She spoke before getting up. "Donna." I called worriedly but she rushed to the bathroom. I rushed after her and noticed she's in my second bathroom. The door wasn't locked, thank god. "Donna. Donna please. Open the door. I'm sorry if bringing that up bothered you but you don't have to be ashamed or embarrassed, ok? There's nothing you could say that'll make me think different. My life isn't perfect no matter the cars, big houses or money. I'm here for only you cause I care." I said confidently. I truly meant every word. I've been exactly where she was. Ashamed, depressed or embarrassed.