if she'd been covered with glitter

[maleficum]

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[rehire]

Donna, what was he saying to you?

( Intervention or not, it doesn't sit well that any lawyer would corner his secretary. It's not professional and like hell is it gentlemanly. )

[thefaxwhisperer]

[She takes a deep breath, then sighs. They've been friends long enough. She should probably just tell him. She reaches for his arm and gestures for him to walk with her.]

We have something in common. But if we're going to talk about that, we need that bottle of scotch I gave you for Christmas.

[rehire]

You want to drink the bottle of scotch you got me.

( But, something tells him it's not about the scotch, even though she should jump at the chance to be the one to drink it. (And, inevitably, it would be her he shares it with.

It's not far to his apartment and the door guy greets Donna warmly.

As she makes herself comfortable, Harvey tears the seal away. )

[thefaxwhisperer]

[She settles into the chair across from him, and looks at the bottle for a moment, before picking up her glass. There are lots of ways to bridge this subject, but instead she goes for the blunt approach.]

What if I told you that I am much older than this very well-aged scotch?

[Which would be impressive, considering that the bottle says it's at least a hundred years old at the start.]

[rehire]

Then I'd say you don't like a day over twenty-seven.

( Clearly he isn't taking this seriously. )

[thefaxwhisperer]

Well, I've been twenty-seven for a long time.

[Honestly, it was closer to twenty-four, but she doesn't mind being nailed as being a little older. She's far past her ingénue days. But, time to get right to the point.]

I'm a vampire, Harvey.

[rehire]

( Harvey doesn't know how to take that, doesn't even know the first step in processing whatever that is, that his hand brushes the glass fully when he tries to grab it, knocking expensive scotch to the carpet (1), the glass shattering as well (4). )

Damn it.

( What a waste. He lets the dropped scotch lie, the shards embed themselves into his rug. )

You're hilarious. For the record.

( She almost had him. He retreats, moving to the kitchen for something that will help scotch not set into his overly-expensive rug. )

[thefaxwhisperer]

[He turns around to head to the kitchen, and she's suddenly there, getting the paper towels to help sop up the mess and then zipping her way back again. She crouches down to try and get up the liquid up before it dries.]

If it leaves a stain, you'll want to use dish soap and water to blot.

[Do you believe her now?]

[rehire]

( He stops halfway there, and in a blink, she's back behind him. )

D - onna.

( He steels himself, preparing to go down this road. )

You're a vampire. And the Flash?

[thefaxwhisperer]

Speed is one of the vampire's bonus powers. It helps with the whole sneaking up on their prey in a dark alley. Which honestly, is a style of feeding I never really vibed with. It just leaves a mess.

[When she does feed from humans, it's always in lush, low lit parlors, not in the middle of a dirty street.]

Personally I prefer a willing donor.

[rehire]

( Because of course she does. )

Why are you telling me now?

[thefaxwhisperer]

Honestly, I would have kept you out of this if I could. This world ... it's a lot to deal with. But more and more vampires are starting to pop up around the work you're doing and I know that Jessica has certain clients that lean more to my side of things than yours.

[She finishes drying the spill and goes to throw away the paper towels.]

You should know what you're getting into. And it's reaching the point where you're going to need more than just me slipping vervain in your coffee.

[rehire]

Jessica know about vampires?

( A sentence he'd never think he'd speak aloud.

They'll get to the vervain. )

[thefaxwhisperer]

Jessica knows about a lot of things.

[Humans aren't the only ones who need lawyers. And creatures like vampires have deep pockets that are great finds for a firm like Pearson Hardman.]

[rehire]

As she should. That's not why she hired me, is it?

( With a vampire for an assistant? )

[thefaxwhisperer]

[She flashes him a look before rolling her eyes.]

No. Jessica did not help put you through law school because she knew in the future you would want to hire the best damn legal secretary in New York who also just so happens to be a vampire.

[Really, Harvey?]

[rehire]

I brought you with me from the DA's office.

( He's not saying she had forethought. Or, that she was psychic. Are psychics real now? His mind spins. )

Jessica represents other vampires.

[thefaxwhisperer]

Mostly in terms of investments and real estate. Most of them don't spend a lot of time actually allowing themselves to get into trouble with the law.

[Compulsion is handy that way.]

There are other supernatural communities in the mix too.

[rehire]

Besides vampires.

( He nods at that. )

[thefaxwhisperer]

Witches, werewolves. Though ... the way werewolves are hunted, it's only really a few packs that could afford Jessica's retainer.

[Depends on the kind of werewolves they are.]

And that's just the scratching the supernatural surface, honestly.

[rehire]

Why do I feel like this is the beginning of something.

( It's going to change his life, only in the way that could be eclipsed by hiring Mike Ross at all. )

[thefaxwhisperer]

... No, it is not.

[As much as Harvey needs to know this information with the people she has around him, she can see the wheels spinning in his mind, and she wants to try to bring them to a hault.]

Trust me, Harvey, you don't want to get involved in this any further than you have to.

[rehire]

Want to get involved. My oldest employee is literally my oldest employee, the boss I'm trying to impress knows, and you think this doesn't involve me.

( Help him do the math, Donna. Or, don't. Because this is an in, a real in. He's not going to spring it on her and use it as leverage, but when the time is right, he could be a real asset. )

[thefaxwhisperer]

This stuff is dangerous, Harvey. And if you start digging into it, it's going to be really hard to get out.

[Once you dip below the surface, there's no going back to shore.]

If I could walk away from this life, I would have.

[rehire]

I don't walk away.

( Except when he should for a case. Or a friendship. Or a lost love. )