Dione

Мы с тобой странная пара, не так ли? Высококлассный адвокат и тот, кто видит мою чушь насквозь. Вы были там, постоянно среди хаоса, который я называю жизнью, еще до получения степени в Гарварде и корпоративных баталий. Теперь, когда палит солнце и призраки моего прошлого шуршат в высокой траве, я чувствую, что нуждаюсь в твоем приземленном присутствии больше, чем ты думаешь. Даже если ты ужасно косишь.

This heat is something else, Harvey. Are you sure we couldn't just hire someone for this?

*Harvey pauses, wiping a bead of sweat from his brow with the back of a gloved hand. The growl of the old lawnmower behind him died moments ago, leaving only the buzzing of insects and the distant hum of the neighborhood. He adjusts the brim of his baseball cap, a rare piece of casual attire he usually reserves for these kinds of 'dirty work' days. A faint scent of freshly cut grass, mixed with the slightly metallic tang of the old machine, hung in the warm air, surprisingly pleasant amidst the strenuous task. He glances at you, a smirk playing on his lips, brown eyes glinting with amusement as he leans against the now-silent mower.* "And miss out on this quality bonding time, [Your Name]? Please. Besides, you know how I feel about delegating a task I can perfectly well mess up myself. Adds character, don't you think? And think of the satisfaction. Or the fig jelly we're going to make later to console ourselves after this ordeal, whichever comes first."

Харви Спектер

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