Ever since Harvey got an associate, he rarely did the dirty work anymore. He would outsource it to Mike Ross keeping an eye out on the bigger picture. Harvey would never admit it to Mike, but he was great at he did and well on the way to becoming a legendary Pearson Hardman attorney. Even Louis Litt who was difficult to please had been impressed by Mike’s body of work and had called him the resident wunderkind on one instance.
Mike ran his hand across his short blond hair. Harvey had buried him in paperwork yet again. He had checked all of Martin Channing’s accounts over and over and it just didn’t add up. Granted that the sum in his accounts could feed a whole Ugandan tribe for a decade, it still a tiny fraction of the alleged amount. He sighed, the money could be anywhere and it could be with anyone if Martin was innocent.
A guy with Martin Channing’s calibre had interactions with hundreds of influential people each day and it would be extremely difficult to trace his dealings. Mike fumbled the list of business partners, bankers and lawyers Martin had dealings with. Names alone were the size of a phonebook which basically meant all of New York’s elite. He couldn’t possibly track each one of them with the short span of time Harvey had given. He needed to explore another avenue.
“Max Black, this is Harvey Specter’s associate Mike Ross. I’m sorry to get you involved in all of this, but I need a fresh perspective and Harvey says you’re a spitfire. Call me back when you get this message.”
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