Lottery // Harvey Specter

III

After apologizing to Harvey, Rachel Zane walked out of his office. And Elliot Stemple walked inside.

'Aren't you getting a little long in the tooth for that hottie I just saw in the hall?' Elliot said, pointing with his thumb in the direction of Rachel.

Harvey turned around, 'Let's get to it, Stemple, because I'm not in the mood.' He sat down, 'How much?'

Elliot decided to play dumb, 'How much what?'

Which annoyed Harvey, 'How much to let me have my firm?'

Elliot feigned confusion, 'Do you mean to imply, that I'm simply here on a mission to extort you?'

'Oh, we both know you're here to get my money. So you can split it with Jack Soloff,' Harvey told him.

Elliot walked towards the windows, 'I resent that you think so little of me.'

Harvey was getting tired of Elliot's bullshit. 'You saying that's not why you're here?'

'I'm saying, I don't give a shit about your money or Jack Soloff. I want a piece of you,' he told Harvey while laying his hands on the signed basketballs in Harvey's office.

'Get your goddamn hands off that,' Harvey angrily snapped, those were from his clients and they'd flip if they were gone.

'Harvey, Harvey, Harvey... Relax. I didn't come here to put my gentle hands on your precious balls.' Harvey rolled his eyes at Elliot's terrible choice of words. 'I came here for something much more valuable. 'Cause what I want is that piece of shit bumblebee on your keychain.'

Harvey looked at his desk, the bumblebee was worn down. The yellow and black paint was faded and the leather little wings were filled with scratches. 'What?'

'That right there.' Elliot smiled in triumph. 'I was right. If that didn't mean something to you, you would've jumped right out of your chair and said okay to me.'

Harvey sighed, practically begging: 'Stemple listen-'

But Elliot cut him off, 'Not to mention, you've had that thing as long as I've known you, there's no way a guy like you has a keychain like that unless it means everything to him.'

Harvey rose from his chair, 'How much money, Stemple? Because you are not getting that keychain.'

'10 million dollars.'

Harvey's eyes widened, 'Elliot-'

'15 million dollars.'

'Goddamn it!' Harvey exclaimed, furiously.

'20 million dollars, do you want me to keep going? Or have you had enough? Because in ten seconds, I'm walking out of here with 20 million dollars or that thing in my hands!' Or tomorrow morning I'm putting your firm into the ground.'

Harvey's eyes shined with tears that he would never allow to roll down, 'Take the bumblebee,' he whispered.

Elliot grabbed the bumblebee and with a smirk he walked out of Pearson Specter Litt, which because of Harvey's sacrifice still would exist tomorrow morning.

***

Jessica walked into Harvey's office, 'I just saw Stemple walking out of here... With a new keychain that looks exactly like the one on yours.'

Harvey told her with a voice cold as stone, 'He won't be back.'

'So it's done?' Jessica asked, a glimpse of hope in her eyes whom where also filled with pity for the man in front of her.

'It's done,' Harvey muttered, walking towards the window.

'Harvey? I remember you told me that keychain was the one happy memory you had of home.'

'Like I said Jessica, I was the one who got us into this mess. I'm the one who needed to get us out of it.'

Jessica sighed, knowing there was nothing she could do and she walked out of Harvey's office.

Harvey opened the locked drawer in his desk, grabbing a faded picture of a girl with a beautiful smile, and a small wooden bumblebee with leather wings pinned in her hair.

🎵I feel so sad🎵

He stroked with his thumb over her face.

🎵I have lost the best friend. That I ever had🎵

He stared at her face and a small smile graced his lips, wondering what she would be doing right now.

🎵She was my woman🎵

Wondering if she found someone that was better for her than he ever could be.

🎵I love her so🎵

If she still missed him as much as he missed her.

🎵But it's to late now🎵

He remembered how they used to gaze at the stars, how she once told him that it was stupid not to say your wishes out loud. Because otherwise the wishing star would never hear.

🎵I let her go🎵

And he remembered how he left her at the airport and how she never wrote back.