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Harvey found himself trapped in conversation at one of the firm's annual charity events. Usually he liked these types of things, they gave him the perfect opportunity to show off about how great he was. But tonight, when he had been stuck with the same woman for almost an hour, he was desperate for an excuse to leave. He kept trying to signal to Mike from across the room but he was too engrossed in whatever conversations he was having, moving from donor to donor with ease. ‘Damn it, I’ve taught him too well ’ Harvey thought to himself. He was pulled back round with yet another question from Mrs Camberwell.
“Is your wife here then Mr Specter?” she questioned, presumably having noticed the ring on Harvey’s finger. “I’d love to meet her” she said again before Harvey had any chance to correct her - truth be told he’d barely got a word in edgeways the whole time they had been talking. Mrs Camberwell was already scanning the room for a woman fitting her assumptions about who the ‘great Mr Specter's’ wife could be.
Clearly not satisfied that she had identified the correct suspect, she continued her questioning.
“How long have you been married then?”
“Erm, just less than two years” Harvey replied, not quite sure how to break the news that she was never going to find his ‘wife’ in the room with them.
“Ah how lovely, I was married to my late husband for 47 years before he passed” she moved to open a gold locket that she was wearing round her neck, showing a photo of what he could only assume was her and her husband on their wedding day.
Harvey smiled back awkwardly. ‘Where was Mike!’
“How did the two of you meet then?” she continued probing him with questions.
“At work actually” he replied, taking another sip of his champagne.
“Is she a lawyer too then?”
At this point, Harvey decided he would just roll with it, she probably would let him correct her if he tried.
“Yes, actually, still both at the same firm”.
“How sweet, you two get to work together as well. A proper power couple”
“You could say something like that,” Harvey laughed nervously.
“Speaking of sweet,” the older woman continued.
‘Seriously, how much longer can she keep talking? Surely there are other people in this room she can interrogate?’
“That colleague of yours over there is quite the eye candy” she pointed behind her and Harvey was shocked to discover that she was talking about Mike.
“He’d make a lovely match for my granddaughter”
It was all Harvey could do to not burst out laughing, he tried to contain his laughter with a cough, causing him to choke on his drink.
“Is he married?” she continued, oblivious to Harvey’s struggle.
“He is in fact” Harvey replied through his spluttering. “Married that is” he confirmed, managing to compose himself. God he had to try so hard not to smirk.
“Ah that’s a shame” Mrs Camberwell replied, not looking overly crestfallen. Harvey got the impression that she spent many an evening trying to find her granddaughter a suitor, he also got the impression that the granddaughter didn’t often listen to her grandmother's suggestions.
Mike must have noticed the commotion because he began making his way over to the group. Yes there was a group of them, you wouldn’t have realised though, given the one sided nature of the conversation.
“Speak of the devil” Harvey said in Mike’s general direction, putting a friendly arm around and gripping his shoulder in a ‘where the hell have you been for the last hour ’ kind of way. Mike just looked back at him, confused.
“Mike, this is Mrs Camberwell, wife of the late Ian Camberwell, of Camberwell Technologies”. Harvey began to introduce them.
“Nice to meet you” Mike said politely, reaching a hand out to shake hers.
“And this is Mike Ross,” Harvey continued, “my husband” (ok he was definitely smirking now). “Now if you could excuse us,” Harvey smiled, pulling Mike around. He was not able to hide his smugness as they walked away. The shade of red that Mrs Camberwell turned in that instant was worth the whole hour of discomfort he had endured. He moved his hand down and gave Mike’s ass the smallest of pinches, not something he would normally do in a work setting, but he just couldn't help himself… given the circumstances.