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cherry--cobbler · 6 months

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~ chapter 1 ~

~ chapter 2 ~

Harvey and that woman are obviously having a falling out. Dana realizes this right after the merger when she walks into his office. There's nothing deaf in his eyes, and she doesn't even get flirting. Scotty knows him well enough to see the sparks of pain jumping instead of lightning across the perfect suit. She cowardly thinks that this is her chance.

"I don't like you breaking into his office while I'm at lunch," Donna tells her bluntly.

Donna can. Scotty knows that, but she's still hurt. It hurts. As if in addition to the signs, patrols with dogs were added to keep her away. She's angry. Has the right. Scotty has been working hard for her place for years and has earned her position in the firm.

"This is just between me and Harvey," Dana almost hisses, pursing her lips. "Harvey is a big enough boy to decide everything independently".

Donna looks up from her computer and looks at her. It feels against his will as if the panther finally pays attention to the butterfly flickering before his eyes.

"Between you, Harvey… and your fiance?" Donna's smile is sharp and menacing. "I can put up a private property sign if you want."

Whoever that woman was, she did the impossible by liking Donna. The goddess Donna may have been a creature descended from Olympus into Harvey's life, but Hades once sat high in the clouds. Donna is a devil in a dress from a famous brand. And he welcomed the lost soul, driving away all the others.

Dana Scott knew she was a gorgeous woman that many could not resist. It was just an obvious fact. Tycoons, big financiers, successful lawyers… But not Donna Paulsen (it's a name and a title simultaneously, dear). And that woman did it.

Envy is illogical and wrong. Dana has everything you can dream of. Except for the proud, gray cat, who no longer even looks in her direction, who has chosen another person for himself.

When Harvey calms down and something changes in him, it brightens, as if the raised wool has finally been smoothed, and all the tufts have been carefully combed out, Dana realizes that the moment has been missed. And he reproaches himself for this cowardly and pathetic idea — to take advantage of the quarrel. It looks so pathetic that Dana can't look at her reflection without biting her lip.

Scotty is not an idiot. She has enough brains to compare the beginning of Mike Ross's disgrace and his return to the team with the beginning and end of the quarrel with that woman. But a man?.. She hesitates and waits for other evidence. Donna ruthlessly hammers the last nail into the lid of her coffin. She looks affectionately at the boy and lets him fly into Harvey's office as if to his home. This is an irrefutable fact that explains everything.

Dana Scott does not lose to a beautiful woman with scarlet lipstick and a sexy walk. Worse. Gorgeous Dana Scott, with beige lipstick and a confident gait, loses to awkward Mike Ross, with the kind eyes of the most loyal dog and a huge heart. She has nothing to cover.

Harvey Specter looks at his assistant as if he is his personal sun, and the day begins when Mike Ross gets out of bed in his (probably) cramped studio and ends when he wraps himself in soft blankets late at night in Specter's apartment. It once belonged to Dana, and she sucks in the pit of her stomach from the realization that everything is really over.

Harvey Specter has made his choice and has no regrets.

Dana—just—Scott fell in love to the point of unconsciousness and now regrets it.

Mike Ross kisses his boss right in the office, pressed against the cabinet with records, and does not even think about the fact that you can regret something. Definitely not when Harvey passionately responds to his impulse, and Donna guards their peace.

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kiddstellas · 4 months

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I can't find a pulse My heart won't start anymore

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hb-writes · 8 months

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Ch. 4 - The Youngest

The youngest one's turning into a real pain in the ass.

It was late when Harvey and Charlie finally arrived home from the office. He hated having to put in the extra hours nearing the weekend, and he hated that it was for a pain in the ass client like Heskett. He hated even more that they had barely made any headway even though they had worked straight through dinner. And Mike was still at the office sorting through the mess.

Harvey headed straight for the bar cart by the window, pouring a drink and taking a sip while Charlie lingered by the kitchen island. She could feel the tension rolling off her brother from across the room. She wasn't responsible for all of it, though Charlie had come around to taking on a bit more of the responsibility over the hours she'd spent cooped up alone in his office, bored and pacing while the others worked in a conference room down the hall.

Harvey and Mike working on a case was a remarkable thing to watch, usually. They were brilliant. Charlie never managed to be anything less than impressed, but their work with the Heskett merger wasn't inspired or brilliant, even if the potential solutions they came up with were. The case was beyond maddening to everyone who had their hands in it. And watching them work through the newest obstacle, even from her isolation down the hall, left Charlie with an uneasiness in the pit of her stomach.

"Go get ready for bed."

Harvey spoke the words with his back to his sister. Though Harvey had earlier been insistent that they would continue the discussion at home, he still needed a few minutes to decompress before dealing with his sister. It had been a long day.

Charlie was more than willing to postpone things. She was grateful, even, for the temporary acquittal, heading to her bedroom without a word, dragging her school bag across the hardwood floors as she went.

Harvey ran a hand through his hair and looked out the window at the city below, a bit of the tension receding as he sipped his drink. His apartment had an expensive view—the place was exorbitantly expensive, really—but it was a view he wouldn't give it up for anything. He had lived there for almost as long as he had been working at Pearson-Hardman. The place had always been his refuge. Even now, even while sharing it with his kid sister.

Charlie understood what her brother had given up in taking her in. She knew that he'd lived a very different life before their father had died. That this had been a bachelor's pad. That, in many ways, it still was. Still needed to be. Harvey wanted his space to be neat…calm…nice. The peace of the apartment was a necessary part of his life. Harvey needed it, and Charlie made a conscious effort to keep her material possessions to the confines of her bedroom. She made a conscious effort to clean up after herself, if only to give her brother what she knew he needed.

It was the least she could do, considering all that he gave her, a notion that Charlie knew in her core. A notion she dwelled on a bit too much, that she owed Harvey for all he did, like someone was keeping score and she would forever be in his debt. Sometimes, Charlie forgot to be grateful. Sometimes, she forgot enough to just be a kid—a selfish, smart ass, spoiled brat of a little sister.

Charlie could be all of those things. Harvey knew it, but he couldn't help thinking that when it really came down to it, he had gotten beyond lucky with his sister. Or maybe not lucky. Harvey Specter didn't really believe in luck, but he had it pretty good with her because despite it all, she was a good kid. A pain in the ass sometimes, sure, but good when and where it mattered.

Charlie had been raised right. She had a good heart. Harvey supposed they had their father to thank for that. He tried to uphold what Gordon had done for her, tried to reinforce what he remembered from his own childhood, the things he had railed against when he was a kid, but knew in his heart were right now that he was on the other side of it, but Harvey knew he wasn't his father. That was something he could never be for her, an empty space Harvey always felt like he was trying to fit himself into.

Harvey poured out a second drink before making his way down the hall. Charlie's door was still partially open and he slipped through the door, setting his scotch glass on her dresser.

"I thought I told you to go to bed?"

Charlie dragged her eyes from the laptop screen to find her brother poised by the door, looking over her room, his eyes catching on the messier spots.

"Well, actually, you told me to get ready for bed and I would like to present exhibit A." Charlie pulled back the covers to expose that she was donning her pajamas, precisely as he had requested. "for the court, your honor."

Although a fleeting smile played on Harvey's lips, he didn't allow himself to laugh at her. "You mean counselor?"

Charlie shrugged. "In this house, you are judge, jury, and executioner, are you not?"

Being home, having the time alone in her bedroom, even if it had only been fifteen minutes or so, had settled Charlie a bit. Calmed her. Something had shifted for both of them and Harvey could tell she was trying to lighten the mood. He pressed his palms into the edge of her desk as he leaned against it.

"You know, I really prefer not to be," he said, his words tired. Harvey was tired—exhausted. "I wouldn't have to be if you just did what you're told."

Charlie considered her brother's words, glancing at the laptop screen again. "Yeah…well, I kind of have to finish this essay for Ollie," she said as she looked back to him. "And your instructions regarding 'getting ready for be' weren't entirely clear before, counselor."

Harvey raised an eyebrow, supposing that he'd left himself open there. He'd left his sister ample room to deflect. "You know what I meant, smart ass. How much do you have left?"

"A page or so," she mused, scrolling through what she'd already written.

Harvey nodded. "I'll give you an hour and I want you sleeping. It's late."

Charlie nodded, focusing her attention back on the laptop as Harvey took his drink, leaving her door slightly ajar. Usually, she'd get up to close it, but she didn't bother now. She probably didn't need a full hour to finish. It was a sort of bullshit assignment as far as Charlie was concerned. Oliver loved to assign reflection assignments and Charlie had been assigned many of them over the past couple of years. She still gave it a good faith effort though because she knew from previous experience that Oliver actually read the reflections he assigned the kids. He actually gave feedback on them, talked with them about it. And she knew he wouldn't hesitate to give it back to her for revision if it wasn't up to par.

By the time Harvey wandered back down the hallway about an hour and a half later, heading for his own bedroom, the light was still on, spilling out across the hallway. Despite all the light, Charlie was asleep, one of her hands still settled on top of the keyboard, as if she'd still been typing when consciousness left her the night before.

Harvey slid the laptop from her precarious hold and placed it safely on her desk, plugging in the charger before he turned back to his sister.

He no longer remembered how many times he had reminded Charlie to be careful with the goddamn thing. And to be careful with the expensive cell phone. And with the tablet. And with herself. Even now, she was so close to the edge of the bed that he wondered if she'd still benefit from those flimsy guard rails Gordon had installed on his old twin-sized bed when he'd first adopted her.

Charlie was a touch less than graceful and she had been the same level of accident-prone for as long as Harvey could remember. She had by some miracle never broken more than her little pinky toe, but she'd scared him plenty. Sometimes he wondered if she got a kick out of it—driving him absolutely crazy, scaring the shit out of him for the fun of it. Harvey wondered if their father had ever felt the same way—about him, about Charlie, about Marcus.

Maybe he and Marcus had been worse. Maybe girls were different. Harvey didn't know. Maybe Charlie was just different. Or maybe he'd done it to himself. Spoiling her, being too lenient, encouraging the smart ass in her.

If his sister was spoiled, it was primarily his doing and Harvey was well aware of that. Their father had never had the means to pamper her with much of anything aside from love, but Harvey had always tried to take care of her whether she asked for it or not. Even before he lived with her, Harvey had spoiled her. His father had raised an eyebrow at some of it, but he'd never said a word against it.

And now that she was his responsibility…Harvey had enrolled his sister in a quality school and he made sure that she had everything she could ever need. Everything she could want, really. She wasn't usually one to make overly extravagant requests, but there wasn't much Charlie Specter wanted for. Harvey wouldn't allow it, couldn't stand for it.

Whatever shit Harvey had experienced in his own childhood, he knew his sister had been given a more difficult start in life. And in knowing that, he'd placed an unwarranted obligation on himself to make up for the parts of Charlie's life that had been difficult. He hoped that she didn't remember much of it. He grounded a bit of his philosophy in the way he cared for her now in the hope that she had been too young to remember. She seemed relatively well-adjusted now so he figured he was right, but he supposed he couldn't always be sure.

When his father—their father—had died, Harvey had agonized over what to do with the sister left in his care, the resilient little girl who had been the one to find their father after the heart attack. Back then, Charlie had thrived on running around outside for hours, coming home muddy and tired from all the sun and fresh air. He hated to uproot her from that life and everything she knew to bring her to the city—to his world—but Harvey had a feeling she needed a fresh start. He hadn't even considered the other options.

Harvey couldn't have conceived of the idea of moving himself back to his hometown back then. It would have been a certain hell for him. His career with Pearson-Hardman had been climbing at a rapid pace, presenting opportunities only an idiot would drop in order to play it small time out on Long Island. The job allowed him to maintain the lifestyle he had come to covet. It allowed him to provide for Charlie, and to bail out Marcus if he ever needed it again. And Harvey couldn't imagine any other type of life for them now.

New York was home to them both. This apartment was home to them both.

Charlie could navigate the halls of their penthouse apartment in the dark and while still half asleep, which was a good thing considering both conditions were met when she stumbled into the kitchen near 5:00 am.

She still had to finish writing her reflection for Oliver, and she hated herself just a little for falling asleep before finishing, grateful the document had autosaved before her brother safely stashed her laptop the night before.

Charlie slid the laptop on the counter and muddled around the kitchen in a slight fog, setting up the coffee maker and pulling a clean mug from the cabinet.

"You're up early."

Charlie flinched at her brother's sudden presence. She was barely what one would call awake, demonstrated by her slow reaction when Harvey walked behind her, mussing her already messy hair as he walked straight to the window. It was still dark, the city's lights still bright spots in the black sky.

"Sorry I woke you," Charlie mumbled, her eyes trained on the coffee maker, willing the contents to brew faster.

Harvey shook his head, glancing back at her. "You didn't."

Harvey barely slept these days, or at least that's how it seemed to his sister. Charlie tended to keep late hours herself, wiling away the late evening and early morning hours with procrastinated assignments, books, or sitcom reruns, but Harvey always stayed up later and woke earlier in the morning than she did.

He went through phases like that, based on what was going on at work and a host of other things he rarely deemed fit to share with his little sister. Charlie knew to just let it be.

When the coffee maker beeped, Charlie took a mug to her brother first, scorching her fingertips as she held the handle out for Harvey to take.

"Thanks for tucking me in last night," she mumbled.

She half-remembered it, Harvey putting the laptop away and returning to the side of the bed to pull the covers over her shoulders, Charlie muttering a barely decipherable goodnight when Harvey kissed her head, just like Gordon used to do every night.

Harvey took a sip and glanced down at her. "It's a good thing I did since you left the laptop hanging off the end of the bed again."

"Accident," she offered by way of apology. "I guess I was pretty tired."

Charlie felt guilty that Harvey had even bought the laptop for her to begin with. It was the most expensive thing she'd ever owned and she could barely manage to keep herself from dropping it on the floor without his assistance and constant reminders.

"Maybe we need to set an earlier bedtime for you."

Charlie snorted. She didn't have a bedtime, not really. On the nights she stayed up far too late, he usually suggested she wrap it up and go to bed, but there was no steadfast rule. He rarely made her put away a good book or stop working on a procrastinated assignment, but he always made sure she dealt with the consequences the next day. He never let her stay home from school or sleep in just because she'd made the decision to decimate her sleep schedule the night before.

"I think we both need earlier bedtimes."

Harvey snorted softly, giving her a small smirk as he took another sip of coffee. It was as much as she'd do to comment on his own sleeping schedule. Charlie left his side as she went to make her own coffee and get settled at the counter. She pulled a leg up to sit underneath her body as she sipped her own coffee in front of her laptop.

Harvey settled beside her a few minutes later with his own laptop, scrolling through the news headlines as Charlie read through what she'd written the night before and got back into it. Harvey refilled both of their mugs once while they sat together in near silence.

"Finish that up so we can put this all behind us," Harvey said after he'd finished perusing.

Charlie nodded. She was close to being finished already, just editing, when Harvey fished his ringing cell phone out of the pocket of his sweatpants.

Charlie glared at Harvey, hearing the shift in his tone as he issued his greeting, a seductive playfulness there in his brief salutation. From a single word, Charlie could tell that it was a woman, that he was interested, and that it was certainly not business-related.

"When should I expect you?" he asked.

Charlie rolled her eyes and pulled up her Facebook page to pass the time while Harvey finished his conversation.

"Alright, Scottie," he said.

Charlie let out a sigh, an exaggerated one, and leaned into her head into her hand as she aimlessly scrolled through updates on her newsfeed.

"I'll make a reservation for that place on Madison and I'll figure something out for my sister."

This time Charlie made sure that Harvey noted her glare. He raised an eyebrow and made a gesture towards her laptop screen. Charlie ignored Harvey's silent suggestion to log off and turned away from him, continuing to scroll though she was intently listening to his side of the conversation. Harvey let out a frustrated exhale when his sister didn't comply.

"Oh, what's going on here?" Harvey leaned back in his chair and repeated the question while rubbing the back of his head. "Nothing much. Charlotte and I were just about to have a little chat about her getting hauled down to the principal's office yesterday."

Charlie sent another glare in his direction while simultaneously shoving her heel into his leg. Harvey shoved her foot away.

"Fun?" Harvey laughed as he caught Charlie's foot as she went for him a second time. "No. Not fun. Consider yourself lucky to be an only child, Scottie. Siblings are a headache and the youngest one's turning into a real pain in the ass these days."

Charlie wretched her foot out of his hold and Harvey watched his sister turn back to the laptop, reaching out to rest his hand on the back of her chair as he laughed at something Scottie said on the other end of the line. Charlie quickly slammed the laptop shut and shoved his hand away from her.

"Alright, Scottie. I gotta go."

Harvey set the phone down on the counter before turning to his sister. "What the hell is it with you—?"

"What's with you telling Scottie stuff like that?" Charlie countered. "It's none of her goddamn business." Charlie turned away from him, ready to gather her things and hustle to her own bedroom, but Harvey grabbed her arm before she could even slip out of the chair.

"And you don't need to get me a babysitter just so you can go sleep with her," she added as he tried to hold her there, her fingers prying at his grip even though the hold on her had been loose, just a gentle hand to keep her there beside him.

"Hey." Harvey's voice was light at first, a bit louder when he had to repeat himself. He swiveled Charlie's chair so she was facing him and she stopped fighting him then, put off by the sudden movement and the squeak of the chair leg against the floor. "What the hell was that?" he asked when she met his eye.

"Let me go." Charlie looked away, focusing on releasing Harvey's grip on her once again.

"Cool it, Charlie," he said. "You're already in trouble."

"I don't care," she answered. And in that moment, she didn't care. And she didn't need reminding. The way she saw it, he was practically announcing it to everyone—half of Manhattan would probably know she was in trouble by the time morning was through. They'd know she was nothing better than a pain in the ass, a burden.

"Harvey, stop," she ground out. "I need to get ready."

Harvey glanced at the clock above the stove. It was almost 6:30 already. She was right. They both still needed to shower and get ready for the day and he wasn't in the mood to be late.

Harvey let his hand drop. "You've got twenty minutes. Go get ready."

Charlie glanced at the clock and then back to her brother. "I've got an hour."

"You've got twenty minutes," Harvey repeated as he stood up to go to his own bedroom. They still needed to have a real conversation about whatever was going on with her, especially after this. He hoped forty minutes would be enough to sort it out.

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ircn-mvn · 7 months

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“Scotty, don’t take this the wrong way, but if he had to choose between you and I, who do you think Harvey would choose?” Donna asked.

Scotty glared at her. Donna didn’t even blink. She needed to make her point across.

“You?” Scotty answered after a while.

“Okay,” Donna said. She did not let any emotion show on her face. It wasn’t about her. It wasn’t even about Scotty. “Now, Mike and I, again, who wins?”

“You?” Scotty repeated.

She didn’t even think about it and that was her mistake. She didn’t pay any attention to Mike. Never had.

“As a matter of fact,” Donna started. She looked at the ceiling as both exasperation and a dash of resentment showed their ugly faces. “Harvey had to choose between Mike and me in the past. He chose Mike.”

“You can’t be serious,” Scotty said.

“As a heart attack.” Donna smiled. A smile that radiated irony. “I know you never care much about the puppy, but the truth is, Harvey does. A lot. And I mean, a lot.”

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liar-or-lawyer · 1 year

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#they were such a queen #these two were absolutely gorgeous #i wish they paired up in one episode #the opposition wouldn't stand a chance #donna and scottie #donna Paulson #dana scott #scottie #suits tv show #suits tv #suitsedit #suits usa #suits cast #suits #suit #suits edit #femalecharacters #female character*

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dhampiravidi · 2 months

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can you imagine how bleh Suits would be if Harvey worked with & dated Scotty for 9 seasons??

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rvspecter · 29 days

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#WHY OK #WHY IS THIS SO SEXY #HE'S JUST GETTING OUT OF THE CAR!!!!!#OBSCENE #HARVEY SPECTER #DANA SCOTT #SUITS TV #SUITS USA

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accidental-spice · 10 months

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Man, I just can't get behind Harvey and Scottie as a couple. I feel like they're TOO similar, y'know?

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rachelscolumbine · 2 years

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“I have this theory that if one person can go out of their way to show compassion then it will start a chain reaction of the same.” -Rachel Joy Scott.

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cherry--cobbler · 6 months

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“Ten men stack up at the woman's feet, and she chooses the eleventh, who stands and looks the other way”.

— Michael Weller, "All about life"

~ chapter 1 ~

Dana Scott always knew that Harvey didn't belong to her. Spectrum was a cat walking by himself. Proud, nobody's, independent, rarely given into the hands and then only to selected people. It was enough for Dana Scott to be so chosen.

Good sex, pleasant conversations, exciting battles and negotiations, but more often — the perfect compromise that they found. This synergy between them… Dana cared about it, she liked it, so she was glad to return to New York. Harvey was now the senior partner and aimed higher (to match her). He was still damn good-looking (especially with a new hairstyle). It was supposed to be a pleasant adventure.

Harvey Specter was domesticated while she was building her life in London. Scotty realizes this the moment he gently removes her hand from his face and moves away, drawing a line between them. "Don't get involved, this is someone else's territory," says his whole pose. "Your visa is expired," Scotty sneers to himself, choking on bitterness.

Dana feels almost insulted. She can't do anything about this feeling because she's been special since Harvard. Yes, not a girlfriend or a lover, but someone much closer, bigger. There were so many things that connected them, and sex was just a drop in this sea. The threads stretched and intertwined into a unique pattern. Therefore, Dana can't get rid of the thought that she was deprived of something.

She understands the groundlessness of these claims. They never promised each other anything, but it hurts her to tears. Scotty wanted more. I couldn't escape from it, so I ran away from my fiance.

Dana also understands that it was her choice and she has no right to demand anything from Harvey. But she has a hole the size of Manhattan in her chest, and there's a reason for that.

"Who is she?" Scotty asks on the plane when they are sitting on opposite sides of the cabin because she is being pushed away again, but now insistently and clearly, with words.

Harvey arches an eyebrow and snorts, enjoying her whiskey and not even going to answer. As if she doesn't have enough reminders that he changed the locks, and her name is no longer on the free access list.

"Donna?", randomly beats Scotty, unable to remember another woman close to him.

A woman who could own the heart of Harvey Specter. Voluntarily given away. Never belonging to her!

Spectrum laughs, leaning back in his seat as if he finds the very possibility that he can sleep with the goddess Donna funny.

"There was definitely something between you," Dana shrugs because she's not blind either.

"I'm not stupid enough to have an affair with my super secretary," Harvey finally deigns to answer, finishing his whiskey.

"I'll have to give her your characterization", Scotty teases him without malice, remembering what Donna is capable of when she hears the word secretary.

"The check at the end of the month calls her just super for me," Harvey snorts.

He has become softer, Dana notices and feels a poisonous envy.

"Then Zoey?" Does she still work for you? Dana gets up from her seat and walks over to Harvey.

He gives her his famous grin of the best closer in New York. There is so much falsehood in it that you can draw buckets. It feels like a slap in the face, like the most vile insult.

Harvey Spectrum is now a minefield with a chain-link fence and warning signs through every centimetre. For the first time, Dana learns what politeness is in the Spectrum. When all touches are treated unambiguously, and flirting is a tribute to a beautiful woman.

The proud, independent cat now has a master. And the majestic creature, like a devoted dog, no longer looks at others. Just loses interest.

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