"Since the minute he'd pulled his wrinkled pants back up in a file room, he'd known that this conversation was going to happen. He could confess his own lies any time, but the lies that belonged to Donna and Harvey and Jessica he couldn't tell. Rachel liked him a little bit crooked, but only a little bit. For her to see that the whole firm was complicit in his crookedness, that actual agents of the law were in on it, would break her faith in the one thing she believed in. And if she ever turned on him, she should only ever be able to turn on him. Mike was not going to drag anybody else down with him.
He had always known this conversation was going to happen, and that he was going to continue lying to Rachel. He hadn't known it was going to happen while naked."
I love this characterization so much. This is fabulous.
"Ken outweighed him by at least twenty pounds. Ken had curly yellow hair and Mike's was short and ash-colored; Ken was a little older and a lot more self-assured and he probably came by his employment honestly. But Mike recognized the expression on his face, the lurking confusion and the blunt concern, and realized that Harvey had hired a smartassed, fraudulent drug mule to shadow his every move not because Mike reminded Harvey of himself. Mike did not remind Harvey of himself. Mike reminded Harvey of Ken."
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