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The doors closed. Trevor stood alone in the lobby, wearing his cheap jeans and a rumpled shirt. He didn’t have the suit. He never would. But for the first time in a long time, he had something better: a clean exit.

Trevor didn’t deny it. He was a grifter. He’d always been a grifter. The difference was, he was finally being honest about it.

He was here to sell a story.

Harvey’s eyebrow twitched—the first crack in the armor.

Trevor met his gaze. “Because Mike believed in second chances. He was wrong about a lot of things, but he wasn’t wrong about you. You gave him one. I just want to see what it feels like.” suits trevor

Harvey stood up. He walked around the desk, picked up the suit, and held it against his own frame. The navy was a shade darker than his usual. He looked at Trevor—the nervous hands, the desperate eyes, the ghost of Mike Ross hanging between them.

“The suit,” Harvey said. “You’re not him. But for ninety seconds, you almost looked the part.” The doors closed

“Mr. Specter doesn’t see people without an appointment.”