Chapter Forty-One: Sculptures and Trucks
The morning at Pearson Specter Litt began with yet another round of intrigue. When the employees arrived, they found perfectly crafted, miniature chocolate sculptures of themselves sitting on their desks.
Each sculpture was impossibly detailed, capturing not only their physical appearance but their personalities as well.
Rachel’s sculpture had her standing confidently in a smart pencil skirt, holding a chocolate legal pad.
Mike’s figure leaned casually against a stack of chocolate books, holding a miniature tie in one hand.
Harvey’s sculpture had him standing in his signature power pose, complete with a chocolate suit so sharp it looked tailored.
Louis’s sculpture showed him holding a tiny chocolate Sphynx cat, his expression as proud as the real Louis himself.
A note accompanied each sculpture:
"A reflection of the remarkable.
— A Friend"
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By mid-morning, the bullpen was buzzing with excitement and confusion.
“Have you seen these?” Rachel asked, holding up her sculpture.
Mike nodded, inspecting his own. “This is insane. Look at this—it’s even got my tie knot exactly right. How does someone do this with chocolate?”
Rachel frowned. “More importantly, how do they know all these details? It’s like they’ve been watching us.”
Mike glanced around the bullpen, his expression suspicious. “Whoever this ‘Friend’ is, they’re definitely inside the firm. They know too much.”
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Meanwhile, in Harvey’s office, the man himself walked in, coffee in hand, only to stop short at the sight before him.
Harry was sitting cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by a fleet of toy trucks. He was making engine noises as he pushed a bright red fire truck across the carpet, his focus entirely on his game.
“Donna!” Harvey called, his tone sharp.
From her desk, Donna calmly replied, “What?”
Harvey gestured to the scene. “Why is there a child playing with trucks in my office?”
Donna appeared in the doorway, her expression unbothered. “Oh, that’s Harry. He’s my son, remember?”
Harvey raised an eyebrow. “And he’s here because…?”
“Because he likes trucks,” Donna said matter-of-factly.
Before Harvey could respond, Harry looked up, clutching a tiny toy dump truck. “Hi, Mr. Specter,” he said shyly, his voice soft and a little nervous.
Harvey blinked, caught off guard. “Uh… hi.”
Harry hesitated for a moment before holding up the dump truck. “Do you wanna play?”
Harvey stared at the boy, completely out of his depth. “Play?”
Donna smirked. “Come on, Harvey. It wouldn’t kill you to take a break.”
Harvey shot her a look but didn’t argue. Instead, he leaned against his desk, crossing his arms as he watched Harry line up the trucks in perfect rows.
“You’re very organized,” Harvey said after a moment.
Harry smiled faintly, still focused on his trucks. “Trucks need to be in order. It’s important.”
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Outside the office, the associates were still reeling from the sculptures.
“Okay, this is officially getting creepy,” Mike said to Rachel as they stood by the coffee machine.
Rachel nodded, holding her sculpture. “I know. It’s like they’re in our heads. How else could they get everything so perfect?”
“Do you think it’s Jessica?” Mike asked. “She’s the only one who could pull off something this detailed.”
Rachel frowned. “Jessica wouldn’t waste time on something like this. She’s too busy running the firm.”
Mike nodded slowly. “Then who?”
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In Jessica’s office, she studied her chocolate lion sculpture with a mix of curiosity and suspicion.
“This is… impressive,” she admitted.
Donna, sitting across from her, raised an eyebrow. “You sound almost impressed.”
Jessica set the sculpture down, her expression sharpening. “I’m not impressed—I’m concerned. Whoever this ‘Friend’ is, they’re getting more elaborate. And they clearly know too much about us.”
Donna shrugged. “Maybe they’re just observant.”
Jessica’s eyes narrowed. “Observant doesn’t explain this level of detail. This is deliberate, Donna. And I’m going to find out who’s behind it.”
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Back in Harvey’s office, Harry was now arranging his trucks into a perfect circle. Harvey watched, bemused, as the boy worked with single-minded focus.
“You’re very precise,” Harvey said.
Harry looked up, smiling shyly. “Mom says I’m good at details.”
Harvey nodded, his curiosity piqued. “And you like being here?”
Harry nodded. “It’s nice. Quiet.”
Harvey glanced at Donna, who was standing in the doorway, her arms crossed and her expression unreadable.
“You’re full of surprises, Donna,” Harvey said, shaking his head.
Donna smirked. “You’re just figuring that out now?”
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As the day wound down, the chocolate sculptures remained the center of office speculation.
Jessica paced in her office, her mind racing with theories. Harvey, meanwhile, couldn’t shake the image of Harry carefully lining up his trucks.
And under Donna’s desk, Harry grinned to himself, knowing he’d once again left Pearson Specter Litt buzzing with confusion, curiosity, and just a little bit of chaos.
