The doors opened to the marble lobby. Trevor stepped out. Harvey stayed inside, the doors starting to close.
“You could have just sold the Dumont info to a rival firm,” Harvey said quietly. “Made a hundred grand. Instead, you came here. Why?” suits trevor
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. The doors opened to the marble lobby
He walked out the revolving door into the city light, smiling. Not because he’d won. But because Harvey Specter had let him pretend. And sometimes, for people like Trevor, a good enough lie was the only truth they’d ever get. “You could have just sold the Dumont info
“And what do you get?” Harvey asked.
“He’ll see me,” Trevor said, leaning on the polished granite counter. “Tell him it’s about the ‘Dumont file.’ He’ll know.”