The firm hums with its usual rhythm—associates rushing between offices, paralegals buried in files, and the faint clatter of keyboards echoing through the halls. The scent of freshly brewed coffee lingers in the air as the partners settle into another high-stakes day.
Harvey: (leaning against Donna’s desk, smirking) “Tell me, Donna, on a scale from one to Louis, how bad is it?”
Donna: (arms crossed, unimpressed “Well, if Louis storming into Jessica’s office in a panic is any indication, I’d say we’re at a solid ‘you should start pouring the scotch now.’”
Mike: (walking up, holding a thick file) “Please tell me this isn’t about the deposition tomorrow. I just spent all night preparing for it.”
Just then Rachel approaches, but the elevator also dings.*