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All you see is Harvey Specter holding the recorder and you know that you’re dead.
Shit, you think to yourself and you can’t help backing away – you hear the words you mean to be threatening stumbling over themselves as you choke on your fear.
“You owe me,” the words are a low growl and there’s ice trailing down your spine.
And as Harvey leaves the room, he takes all of the air with him and you can’t help but fall when your knees finally give out from under you.
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