You rock back and forward on the balls of your feet, hmmmming to yourself, trying not to look out of place. The nice fellow at the desk told you to wait here for someone to show you around the office, but surrounded by sleek glass, fancy furniture, and sharply dressed people, it's hard not to feel a little intimidated. Plus, you've already been here ten minutes. It's starting to get awkward.

You brush some invisible dust off your shirt.

"Sorry, sorry!"

A voice rings out, cutting through the polite quite in the reception. Heads turn - including your own - just in time to see a young man running at impressive speed down the hall, dodging file carts and people as he goes. Well, almost.

"Oh shit, shit- Anna, I will get you a new coffee, I swear!"

The man keeps on heading towards you, and your suspicions that this is who you've been waiting for is confirmed when he pulls himself up just short of barrelling straight into you. You can't quite bring yourself to fault him for it, though, when he grins widely at you with crinkles around his eyes. Carding his fingers through his hair, he lets out a long exhausted breath.

"Phew! That was a good sprint! I was down in archives, that's, what, three flights of stairs? And five hundred metres each way. The elevator was too slow, it takes sixteen seconds per floor, so I was bound-"

He pauses, and seems to realise he hasn't yet introduced himself. He sticks his hand out.

"Mike Ross, pleased to meet you. I'm associate to Harvey Specter. I hear I'm meant to be giving you a tour?"

You shake his hand and introduce yourself in return. He grins again, and then delves through his messenger bag, apparently looking for something for you. You take him in - messy hair, crooked skinny tie, suit not quite fitting in with everything around him. And yet, completely at ease. Receiving smiles and little nods from stuffy-looking business types who walk past. Whatever you were expecting of associate to the best lawyer in the city, it definitely wasn't this.

Mike looks at you, brightly.

"Hey, ready to go?"

You nod. He cracks another grin, offering you a monogrammed folder.

"Great! Okay, so. Welcome to Pearson Hardman! My second home."

He puts a hand on your back, using the other to gesture to the elegant space in front of you.

"We've got nineteen thousand, two hundred and eighty three square foot of office in this building, and about double that in our Toronto and San Francisco branches. Actually that's a lie. More like thirty nine thousand and five? Anyway. We established in 2003 in a deal that went down in history, that to give you the long story short all started..."

Wait, hang on. He gave you the packet. How does he know this off the top of his head!?

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Mike Ross is associate to senior partner Harvey Specter at the law firm of Pearson Hardman. He has an eidetic memory, and consequently was able to pass the bar exam, despite not attending law school. He is generally adorable (hence his nickname of 'Puppy'), enjoys riding his bike, and drinks a lot of Red Bull.

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Harvey Specter:
What can you say about the guy who picked you up when you smoked and were about to start dealing pot, and who's now training you to be the best lawyer in the city? He turned my life around. He rescued me when I didn't think I had anything left to give. And while he might not claim to care, and he tries to do his 'look at me I'm an unemotional machine, play the man not the game, stop wearing skinny ties, Mike', he does; he cares all over everything. Please don't think I'm exaggerating when I say that Harvey Specter is, without a doubt, the greatest man I have ever met.


Jessica Pearson:
Jessica is a queen, a lioness, a goddess. If you're not scared of her, you're wrong. She is one of the strongest and most awe-inspiring people I have ever met. She has to make some tough decisions, and I get that, but there is no better feeling that her looking straight into you, straight through you and knowing all your secrets, and deciding to fight on your side. Jessica Pearson's side is a place you'd be a fool not to want to be.

Rachel Zane:
I'm constantly confused by Rachel. Wait, no. That's not right. I'm constantly frustrated by Rachel. She is ridiculously intelligent and does not give herself enough credit, and yet also manages to be the most perplexingly big headed person I've ever met. I don't think I'll ever truly understand her and, well. I'd lying if I said I really didn't sort of like that.


Donna Paulsen:
If Jessica is Pearson Hardman's queen, Donna is it's princess. Donna knows everything about everything and everyone. Nothing happens that she doesn't know about, or that she doesn't want to happen (well, except for that one, big thing...). She is brave and loyal and fiery and fierce. Think of the lovechild of a glamorous 60s starlet, and Leela from Doctor Who. That's our Donna.

Trevor Evans:
You think I'd know something about being stabbed in the back. I mean, I've watched enough dramatic telenovelas that I won't be forgetting any time soon. But I'll never stop being surprsied by what Trevor did to me. He's like the anti-Harvey. He doesn't take you somewhere good and help you get better. He dumps you in shit and leaves you to crawl your way out. Again, and again, and again. I don't know why I was even surprised, in the end. He'd done it enough times to me before. He was my best friend and yeah, that doesn't go away, but he tried his damned hardest to take away everything I've ever wanted. I'm never going to forgive him for that.


Louis Litt:
I'm going to keep this short and simple and say that my life was so much easier when I could hate Louis. But he's not a one dimensional cardboard cutout villain. He's a real lawyer, a real, really good lawyer, and he does put up with an awful lot of shit. Not that he doesn't ask for it. But I suppose it's hard to pretend someone is a bubbling, dark pit of unmitigated evil when you've seen them cry, and they've helped you clean up your bleeding lip and your black eye.



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