Harveystarted the daywith no event. No exciting thing that made him thinkthat particular day was going to be anydifferent. At the firmnor anywhere else. He had made his usual jab toward Louis, noddedto his outstanding secretary, Donna, and called his associate, Mike Ross, about fifteen times about an update on a case they were working on all on his way in that morning. He had even amused Jessica in telling her what she wanted to her mixed with something that seemed to displease her. All in all, nothing about this certain daywas different or extraordinary.
He began his dayanswering emails andmaking phone calls about the major case he was working on with Mike. Thinking up plans that were always one stepahead of the other lawyers and minds of people. Thinking upof almost everysurprise was his specialty. That was why he was the best closer in New York.
Well, all surprises except for...
"Harvey, you have a visitor," Donna's voice came through the intercom of his office as he worked on a case.
Harveysighed and ran his hand down his face with force. He really didn't have time for this. He wanted to workon his case, get it over and done with, andmove on. "Not right now, Donna."
Donna answered back almost immediately, her tone different than usual. "You want to see this one."
Harveysighed. Must be one helluva damn good reason, he thought with a tone in his thoughts. "Fine, send them in."
Mike stared at the girl before him. Deep blonde waves andcurls and those piercing eyes he knew fromsomewhere. He knew those truth-seeking, nobull shit eyes that could probably cut a deal with a bat of her eye lashes and a smile he knew was how she could make someone do whatever the hell she wanted with either her physique or her well-witted mind that he just knew she had.
"And your name is?"
"Charlie," she said with a short tone to her voice; saying nothing more afterwards like most would around him. Mike was used toit, but not fromsomeone as young as she was.
Donna just sat back in her seat, taking in the striking resemblance that this "Charlie" held. Normally, most gave her a last name with their first name, but this one didn't. This was a weird thing for Donna. The hair of this girl fell in some curls and waves, while the other bits of her hair was soft, more graceful for someone who looked like theysaw their ownfuneral. Her hair was almost the same tone as...
"Donna," Harvey's booming voice called from his office door, walking toward her when Donna widened her eyes and nodded her head a little as a silent beckoning, "what the hell are you thinking having me walk out of myoffice when I amworking on a...case." Harvey took in what looked like the teenage, more female version, of him. Before he could thinkbefore speaking, he asked in a surprised tone, "Who the hell is that?"
"I could ask youthe same thing, but I hate redundant questions," she said with the same ease he had whenhe was at trial. She even stood straight like he did, carrying an aura about herself that made her seem almost regal.
Mike and Donna blinked with surprise in the same second. Donna's eyebrow's rose as Mike's mouth slacked open. This was no average teenager.
"I'mHarveySpecter; come to talk to me about your parents in some class action lawsuit?"
She scoffed, rolling her eyes. "I wish he was, but now I see him, it's no wonder I've never met himuntil just now." Even her tone was not amused byHarvey, when usuallygirls were noting how handsome he was and fawning themselves over him.
She turned around and walked awaywith her curls flying withher, letting her walk show her displeasure in the whole situation. This made Harveyblink a couple times in surprise. Harvey looked toDonna, silently askingwhat to do now. He wasn't used to teenagers, girls, acting like this around him. True that he was used to girls with attitude and confidence, but getting fromsomeone who looked like high school was still a nightmare she had to endure was the part that caught himoff guard. After her lips told her to stop him, Harvey walked after her briskly. Catching the oddly familiar girl at the elevator, he took a firmhold of her arm, much like a father would when trying to scolda child. She snapped her lookto him, giving hima glare.