"And if I refuse?" Patterson stammered.
As someone who's clearly interested in suits (given the topic "suits trevor"), here are some additional tips from Trevor:
"Spill," Harvey commanded.
Patterson, a nervous man with sweaty palms, laughed it off. "Rumors. Competitor sabotage. We own the patent." suits trevor
The doors opened to the marble lobby. Trevor stepped out. Harvey stayed inside, the doors starting to close.
It was a lie. There was no meta-data trail. But Patterson didn't know that.
"Then this folder," Trevor tapped the manila envelope on the table, "goes to the patent office. And the fraud charge goes to the DA. I know a guy who knows a guy, Gary. You don't want to go to jail. The wifi is terrible." "And if I refuse
Trevor exhaled a cloud of smoke and looked at his old friend. "Yeah, well. Don't get used to it. I'm still paying rent."
It fit perfectly.
Harvey’s eyebrow twitched—the first crack in the armor. "Rumors
“The suit,” Harvey said. “You’re not him. But for ninety seconds, you almost looked the part.”
He was here to sell a story.