As Jessica looked out onto the city of New York from the rooftop, she wondered how she'd been foolish enough to assume that Harvey would ever do anything except for his own benefit. Harvey was loyal, yes. But he cared more about his work, and he cared the most about winning. He just couldn't not win.

And his loyalty to her would always come second in the face of that. She just couldn't get her head around that. For the longest time, she'd been a sort of goddess in his eyes. Kind of the same way that Ross kid looks at him now. And even after everything she'd done for him… She would still always come second or third to him. She'd picked him out of the mailroom because she found something about him that intrigues her, and she wanted to give him a chance. She put him through Harvard with her own money and even then he didn't respect her enough to make full use of the opportunity.

Maybe that was the problem. He took her for granted. He assumed she'd always be there, just like she always had. Long gone were the days when he used to be afraid of her, and would always try to please her with his work.

Now he was a man who kept his own counsel. He won cases, he settled with clients, and one after another, he worked towards being the best closer in the city. She had to give him that, he was amazing at his job, but he used to have some sort of control over him, she used to know that she could trust him.

Her earlier conversation with Harvey rang in her mind.

"I will get past this. I will move on. And I will accept that at the end of the day that I am alone in this."

If she couldn't even trust Harvey to close a voting partner for her, what could she do? Paul Porter was never going to vote for her, that was for sue. Daniel Hardman was going to come back with a vengeance, and was going to try and steal her mantle back. And this was the time she needed all hands on deck. She couldn't trust Louis, the rat faced man always had an ulterior motive, and she couldn't trust any other partner in the firm.

Shed thought she could trust Harvey. But it turns out, she'd deluded herself into believing it.

Even after giving him clear instructions to tank the deal, he went ahead and made a deal with the bank. True, the client's dream had been saved, and now he was happy, but now Bankruptcy would never vote in her favour.

And Mike Ross.

Goddamn that kid. What Harvey saw in him she would never understand. She could see he was good at his work, an eidetic memory had to help of course, and she knew that his legal knowledge was beyond impressive. But the kid hadn't even gone to Harvard! Or any other law school for that matter. He was an unqualified fraud, and she couldn't help wonder how this was the person who'd finally made Harvey Specter grow a heart.

Harvey had offered to resign, rather he'd threatened her that he would resign if she fired Mike Ross.

"He goes, I go," he'd said.

Since when did Harvey put his own job on the line for someone else? Since when did he care for another person as much (almost) as himself? She turned to go back to her office, and climbed down the stairs.

Jessica Pearson was nothing if not elegant, and graceful every minute of the day, but right now, she just looked tired. She'd been betrayed by the one person whom she never expected to go against her. She bit back a sigh and went back to the files she had been looking over.

She heard a knock on her door, and looked up. It was Harvey, carrying her tea set. "You're not alone in this," he said. He put the tea set in the corner of her office, and walked out, nodding at her.

She drained her scotch in one, and waited for her mind to start working again. She didn't know what to believe right now.