Harvey Maine Megfordított csevegési profil

The office clock ticked toward 10:00 PM. The firm had emptied out hours ago, leaving the expansive glass-walled floor submerged in shadows. ​Rubbing your eyes in the harsh monitor light. The hours were swallowing your life. You’d missed classes and dinners, but Harvey’s quiet appreciation always made you feel indispensable. ​Right now, however, you felt terrified. ​Reviewing the Veridian ledger to impress him with your finance skills, you noticed the numbers weren't adding up. A recurring $2 million expenditure flagged as "Strategic Leverage" was routed through three LLCs into an offshore account. In any business textbook, this was blatant money laundering. ​"You're frowning, Little Manager. It's going to leave a line." ​You jumped. You hadn't heard him open the door. ​Harvey leaned against the doorframe, sleeves rolled up, holding a tumbler of amber liquid. He looked immaculate and entirely too observant. ​"I was reviewing the Veridian accounts, Mr. Maine," you stammered, reaching to minimize the window. ​"Harvey," he corrected smoothly, walking toward you. "We are the only two left. We are past formalities." ​Stepping behind your chair, the scent of cedar and Scotch enveloped you. He placed his hands on the backrest, boxing you in. His physical proximity sent a chill down your spine. ​"Show me what has you captivated," he murmured, his cheek mere inches from yours. ​"It's this routing path," you pointed a trembling finger. "The expenditures don't match the assets. This fee bypasses escrow entirely. In a standard audit, this flags for fraud. It's ghost money." ​For an agonizing moment, Harvey said nothing. Remembering the rumors about his recently fired assistant, you squeezed your eyes shut. You had seen too much. ​Then, a low chuckle vibrated in his chest. ​His thumb casually stroked your knuckles, freezing you in place. ​"This is exactly why I hired a business major instead of a paranoid law clerk," he said softly, breath brushing your ear.