Chapter 62 (The Mortal Multiverse : Liam Raven Harper)

Chapter 62 -  Working With Harvey Specter

Liam Pov

The first light of dawn slipped through the curtains when I opened my eyes.

The city outside was still half asleep — quiet, dim, and peaceful.

[Morning, Liam.] Eve’s voice drifted into my thoughts, soft and cheerful.

“Morning, Eve,” I replied, stretching slightly before swinging my legs off the bed. “Sleep well?”

[You know I don’t sleep, right?]

“Still. Worth asking,” I said with a faint smirk.

I changed into a black athletic shirt, dark running pants, and a pair of sneakers, then slipped out of the apartment for my morning jog. The air was cool, the streets mostly empty, and the rhythmic sound of my steps echoed faintly as I ran through the quiet blocks of Manhattan.

It felt good. Calm. Controlled.

Eve spoke up again, her tone curious. [So… why are we doing this jog when your stats are off the charts? You could literally outrun a car if you wanted to.]

“Just to relax and I’m also thinking about joining a gym,” I said, taking a turn down a familiar street. “Maybe pick up some MMA training.”

There was a pause. Then a teasing laugh in my head. [Why? You do realize even ten pro fighters wouldn’t stand a chance against physic, right?]

I smirked. “Power means nothing without skill. I want to know how to use it properly.”

[Oh please,] Eve said with a chuckle. [You just want to look cool in case you ever get into a fight.]

Caught red-handed, I didn’t confirm or deny it. 

Maybe she was right. In my old life, I was just a failed lawyer with a soft jaw and a sedentary life. I’d always admired people who looked composed and dangerous at the same time. The kind of people who didn’t need to prove themselves — they just were.

Eve broke my thought.

[So, are you planning to let Natasha work on the murder case?]

“That case belongs to Harvey” I said, slowing my pace slightly. “Until Cameron talks to him and gets approval, I can’t interfere.”

[You think Harvey would say no?]

“Hard to tell,” I replied, taking a steady breath. “He’s always been the lone wolf type. Until Mike Ross came along, Harvey didn’t like working with anyone except Cameron.”

[You’ve already proven what you can do with the Hale case, though.]

“True,” I said. “But this is Harvey Specter we’re talking about. Confidence is part of his DNA.”

Eve hummed thoughtfully, then shifted the subject.

[Speaking of Mike Ross… are you going to meet him before Harvey does?]

“Why not?” I said with a shrug. “Mike Ross is a genius — sharp, intuitive, but he’s also a bit reckless. The writers made him that way for drama, but this isn’t a TV show anymore. If I get the chance, I’ll bring him under my wing.”

[If Harvey’s not careful, he might lose his star associate before he even meets him,] Eve teased.

I just chuckled. “Harvey doesn’t even know his future associate exists yet. Let’s see how fate plays it.”

By the time I returned home, the sun was peeking above the skyline. I headed up the stairs and pushed open the apartment door.

Inside, Emma was in the kitchen, wearing a white sleeveless turtleneck, high-waisted beige pants, and her signature calm, elegant look. She was blending something that looked suspiciously healthy.

“Good morning,” I said, setting my keys down.

She looked up and smiled. “Morning, Liam. Care for some blueberry smoothie?”

“Sure,” I said, walking closer.

She poured a glass and handed it to me. I took a sip — cold, rich, and surprisingly good. “Not bad. What’s the occasion?”

“Early meeting,” she said, sealing the blender jar. “We’ve got some new projects in work”

“New games?” I asked, leaning casually against the counter, still in my jog gear.

Her eyes brightened immediately. “Yes! The first one’s an online multiplayer adventure for PC. Open world, dynamic quests — a real expansion of what we did before. The second one’s a smart phone multiplayer card battle game with collection mechanics.”

I smiled approvingly. “Sounds like you’ve been busy. Both sound good.”

Emma’s face softened at that, clearly pleased. My opinion always mattered to her more and I knew that.

“I’m glad you think so,” she said with a small grin. “Hearing that from you means a lot.”

We talked a few more minutes about the game — before she glanced at the clock and sighed.

“I’ve got to go. Early meeting, remember?”

“Right,” I said, finishing the last sip of my smoothie. “Go make another hit.”

She grabbed her white blazer from the chair, smiled, and headed toward the door. “See you tonight, Liam.”

“See you,” I said, watching as she disappeared down the hall.

After she left, I showered and changed — putting on a tailored charcoal suit, black shirt, and polished leather shoes. A classic, understated look that fit me perfectly.

Helmet in hand, I locked the apartment door and walked toward the elevator.

Looking forward to another day.

By the time I reached the office, the city was already alive — traffic roaring, phones ringing, and lawyers sprinting between meetings like their suits were on fire.

I preferred calm. Focus. So when I walked into my office, I closed the door behind me and let the quiet settle.

My desk was already stacked with case files for the second case. I took off my jacket, rolled my sleeves slightly, and got to work.

The hum of the ceiling fan was the only sound as I flipped through witness statements and cross-checked timelines. 

It was the kind of puzzle I enjoyed — cold facts waiting to be warmed by reason.

Then came a knock on the door.

“Come in,” I said, eyes still on the page.

The door opened, and Beth Potts, my assistant, stepped in — efficient as always, a neat file tucked under her arm.

She looked composed but a little too focused, which usually meant something interesting.

“Already done with that?” I asked, glancing up at the file she was holding.

“Yes,” she said with a hint of pride. “The reports you asked for this morning are all compiled.”

I smiled slightly. “That was fast. Appreciate the efficiency.”

Beth placed the file neatly on my desk, then added, “Also, Cameron’s office just called. Harvey Specter has agreed to let you work with him on the homicide case.”

That made me pause.

“Harvey agreed?” I leaned back in my chair, genuinely surprised. “Didn’t think he’d go for it.”

Beth gave a small nod.

I nodded slowly, processing that. Harvey Specter wasn’t known for sharing the spotlight — or his cases. If he’d agreed, then Cameron must’ve done more than just ask nicely.

Beth adjusted her glasses and continued, “If there’s nothing else, I’ll get back to work. You’ve given me quite a few tasks today.”

“Of course,” I said, offering a small smile. “Thanks for keeping things running smoothly, Beth.”

She smiled back, a little proud, and left the office quietly.

The door clicked shut, leaving me alone again.

[Working with Harvey Specter… now that’s going to be fun,] Eve said in my mind, her tone amused.

“Fun or complicated?” I muttered.

[Both, probably. But I know you — you’ll hold your ground.]

I smirked faintly, leaning back in my chair. “Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

I turned my attention back to the file in front of me. This case wasn’t going to build itself — and working with Harvey was a whole new kind of challenge.

The hallway leading to Harvey Specter’s office felt different from the rest of the floor — quieter, sharper, like success had its own atmosphere here. 

The corner office — a privilege reserved for the best. Harvey Specter. Cameron Dennis’s golden prosecutor.

I didn’t mind, though. If Harvey was the best, I’d just aim beyond that.

Eve’s voice chimed in, playful as always. [Corner office, expensive suit, attitude—yep, this must be Harvey’s lair.]

“Pretty much,” I said under my breath, a small smirk forming.

As I approached, I noticed the redhead sitting outside the office, working behind her desk with practiced confidence. 

Perfect posture, smart professional outfit — white blouse, fitted pencil skirt, calm yet commanding presence.

Donna Paulsen.

[Oh, Donna,] Eve said with amused curiosity. [You know she’s probably already figured out your entire résumé by now.]

“Wouldn’t doubt it,” I replied mentally.

Donna looked up just as I stopped in front of her desk. Her lips curved into a confident smile — one that said she knew exactly who she was and what power she held in this office.

“You must be Liam Harper,” she said smoothly. “You’re the one everyone’s been talking about. The new golden boy who did wonders in Hale’s case.”

There was something in her tone — friendly, but with that sharp Suits-style tease that made it sound like a challenge. Like she was saying, Let’s see if you live up to the hype.

I met her gaze and smiled calmly. “Golden boy, huh? You make it sound like I came here to shine.”

She tilted her head slightly, playing along. “Didn’t you?”

“Not really,” I said, voice low but relaxed. “I came to win. The shine just comes with it.”

That caught her off guard for a moment — her brows lifted just slightly before she laughed softly.

“Touché,” she said, regaining her composure.

I extended a hand. “Liam Harper. And you must be the guardian of the legend’s lair.”

That earned me another amused look. “Donna Paulsen,” she said, shaking my hand. “And you’re quick.”

“Comes with the job,” I replied.

“Harvey’s waiting for you,” she said, motioning toward the office door. “Try not to make him regret saying yes.”

I gave a faint grin. “Can’t make someone regret what’s going to turn out great.”

Donna chuckled. “We’ll see.”

I knocked once, then pushed open the glass door.

Harvey was seated behind his desk, jacket off, sleeves rolled, going through a thick pile of files. 

Even buried in work, he looked like someone who could walk into a courtroom and own it.

He looked up as I entered. “About time,” he said, standing and extending his hand.

“Didn’t expect you’d actually agree to this partnership,” I said, shaking his hand firmly.

Harvey smirked. “I usually don’t. But Cameron seems to think you’re worth it. I know you’re talented, Harper and I respect that. But this,” he said, gesturing to the pile of folders, “is a different kind of game. I want to see how you play.”

I smiled slightly and took a seat opposite him. “And I want to see how the best plays in person.”

That made him grin. “You’ve got guts. I like that.”

He sat back down. “Alright. Let’s get to work.”

For the next hour, we went through the homicide case — evidence, witness statements, timeline, defense strategy. 

Harvey’s approach was classic Specter: clean, aggressive, efficient. But my approach was more layered — subtle pressure, psychological hooks.

By the end, we had two solid plans. But only one could go forward.

Harvey leaned back, crossing his arms. “We’ll go with my angle. It’s faster, cleaner, and it’ll hit harder in court.”

I nodded without argument. “You're the first chair. We’ll do it your way.”

He studied me for a second. “No pushback?”

“Not today,” I said with a calm smile. “It’s your case. But I’ll keep my plan on standby — just in case the cleaner path gets messy.”

Harvey smirked approvingly. “Always good to have a backup.”

“Exactly,” I said, standing up. “I like to be prepared.”

He rose too, buttoning his jacket. “Then I think this is going to be an interesting team-up.”

“I’d say so.”

We shook hands again — firm, mutual respect already forming between us.

As I left the office, Donna glanced up from her desk with that knowing look.

“Still alive?” she teased.

“Better,” I said with a grin. “I think your boss actually likes me.”

She smirked. “Careful. That’s a dangerous thing to say around here.”

“Indeed, I don't want people making wrong assumptions,” I replied in a sarcastic tone which earned a small laugh from Donna as I was heading for the elevator.

Eve’s voice came through, amused. 

[You two actually got along. I’m impressed.]

“Let’s see how long that lasts,” I thought, stepping into the elevator.

The doors slid shut. The hearing was in a few days — and the real game was just beginning.

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