“The entertainment world mourns the loss of a bright and beautiful star tonight…” The news anchor intoned, gazing solemnly into the camera as chaos reigned around him. “Authorities have just confirmed that the silver BMW that was found abandoned here at rest stop 284 on Hwy 101 was indeed owned by pop star Emilia Monroe. Monroe’s family had filed a missing person’s report four days ago,
Power suits. Power ties. Power haircut. Most people, when asked, would probably say that there’s nothing more that Harvey Specter cares about than himself, but HE would probably say ‘power’.
There’s a reason why he became a lawyer, after all. Not just for the opportunity to constantly argue with people who are absolutely convinced that they’re smarter than him (and the absolute satisfaction of seeing them proved completely wrong,
Derek Morgan paused in the doorway of the office, unnoticed by the man sitting alone in the middle of the room, surrounded by computers and equipment. He had his back to the door and was clearly talking to someone on the other end of his headset. Judging by the fond exasperation in his voice, Morgan guessed that person was young, female, and cute. He waited patiently until the other man had finished his conversation and returned his attention the the computer in front of him before speaking.
He watched the sunlight glint off of her hair and face, bathing her in the morning glory. She offered a hesitant half-smile, clearly uncomfortable in the prolonged silence and under the intensity of his gaze. When he leaned down and gently pressed his lips to hers, he didn’t know who was more surprised. He supposed that he had intended it as a thank you, for the token and her honesty and faith and laughter and just being Gwen.