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In the elevator, descending, Harvey spoke without looking at him. “The storage unit address. The key.”

“A suit.” Trevor unzipped the bag. Inside, nestled on a wire hanger, was a navy Zegna, unworn, tags still attached. “The one Mike stole from you. The one you let him keep. I know you replaced it, but this is the original.”

“Trevor,” Harvey said, just before the gap sealed. suits trevor

“Was.” Trevor dropped the duffel bag on the expensive rug. “I’m not here about Mike. I’m here about me.”

Patterson looked from Trevor to Harvey. He saw the bluff in Trevor’s swagger, but he saw the truth in Harvey’s eyes. Harvey Specter didn't make threats he couldn't back up. And the 'meta-data' lie was just plausible enough to terrify a tech CEO who knew he had cut corners. In the elevator, descending, Harvey spoke without looking

“You want credibility,” Harvey said, understanding dawning. “You’re going to walk out of here looking like you belong. And tomorrow, you’ll walk into some other office, some other mark’s life, wearing my reputation like a second skin.”

"Spill," Harvey commanded.

“You’re Mike’s friend,” Harvey said. It wasn’t a question.