Chapter 4: Taking Chances, a Harvey Specter/ 2 Broke Girls fanfiction

Harvey sat by the bar waiting for Max and Caroline. He had a scotch on the rocks in one hand and his phone in the other. It was way too early to drink, but without alcohol in his system he was afraid that he couldn’t go through with their conversation. Even the great Harvey Specter had his limits and this along with burying evidence and purging himself in court was it.

 

Harvey’s thoughts momentarily drifted to Caroline’s spirited friend. She was something alright. Caroline had told him that Max had taken her in without judgement when the scandal broke. She taught Caroline how to be domesticated and helped her cope with everything that had to do with her father’s ordeal.  A smile crept on his face. Caroline was a pristine woman but never once had he seen her pick up after herself. Just the thought of her cleaning someone else’s apartment made him laugh. She probably did more harm than help and her friend would come to the rescue, he thought.

Times have certainly changed for Harvey. He was just a kid in the mail room when Jessica took a shot at him and offered to send him to Harvard. His father was a saxophone player at a local bar so they didn’t have a lot of money and his mother was a groupie for the lack of a better word. So when the opportunity presented itself, he jumped at the chance and never looked back.

In his early Harvard days, Harvey felt like an odd man on campus although he would never show it. His peers were polished from head to toe, draped in the finest threads the city could offer while he was clad in clothes from Salvation Army. Jessica had offered to sponsor him, but she had done so much for him already so he declined.

During his sophomore year, Harvey proved that he was the best of his class at Harvard beating everyone in their mock trials. Although underprivileged, his work in the mail room had deemed valuable because he had witnessed how some of the best senior partners in Pearson Hardman dealt with situations and adapted their techniques to his own personal style. Thus the cocky son of a bitch was born.

His thoughts worked its way into the present. In many ways, He was just like Max.  Before he became a partner at Pearson Hardman he worked 20 hours a day and she worked 3-4 jobs at the time: babysitting cleaning houses, baking cupcakes and working in the diner. He was Superman and she was Wonder Woman.

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