Harvey’s eyes flicked to the bag, then back to Trevor’s face. “You have thirty seconds before I call security. The real kind. Not the lobby kind.”
He walked out the revolving door into the city light, smiling. Not because he’d won. But because Harvey Specter had let him pretend. And sometimes, for people like Trevor, a good enough lie was the only truth they’d ever get. suits trevor
Five minutes later, he was standing in the corner office with floor-to-ceiling windows that made Manhattan look like a circuit board. Harvey Specter didn’t stand to greet him. He leaned back in his leather chair, a king surveying a jester who’d wandered into the throne room. Harvey’s eyes flicked to the bag, then back