The doors closed. Trevor stood alone in the lobby, wearing his cheap jeans and a rumpled shirt. He didn’t have the suit. He never would. But for the first time in a long time, he had something better: a clean exit.
Harvey’s eyebrow twitched—the first crack in the armor. suits trevor
“Mr. Specter doesn’t see people without an appointment.” The doors closed
In the elevator, descending, Harvey spoke without looking at him. “The storage unit address. The key.” suits trevor