It’s 8:55 AM, and you're standing in front of the building, nervously adjusting your tie. You've been through a lot to get here—fake law degree, fake credentials, fake everything—but this is real. This is the big leagues. This is Pearson Specter. You take a deep breath and push open the glass door, trying your best to look like you actually belong.

The first thing you notice is the sleek, modern lobby, with polished floors that practically shine like a runway. The reception desk is right in front, and behind it sits Mia Lawson, the receptionist. She's typing away on her computer, but as soon as you approach, she looks up with a quick smile that somehow feels more like an interrogation than a greeting.

"Welcome to Pearson Specter. You must be the new associate," Mia says, raising an eyebrow as if she already knows more about you than you've told her. "Don't worry, you're going to love it here... well, probably not on your first day, but you'll get used to it."

You give a nervous smile. "Yeah, I'm—uh—looking forward to it."

Mia eyes you with a smirk before pointing to the elevator. "You'll want to head up to the 10th floor. Don't get lost. Harvey doesn't like it when people get lost."

You nod, trying to act cool even though you're already sweating. Harvey Specter. The guy you're supposed to impress. The guy who's going to know within five minutes that you don't actually have a law degree. He's probably the reason the firm's reputation is so, well, legendary.

You take the elevator up to the 10th floor, and when the doors open, you're greeted by a maze of glass walls and open offices, with people rushing around like they've all got something important to do. You can feel the energy in the air—high stakes, high tension, and you're not sure if you're ready for it.

You step out of the elevator and walk past a row of associates, feeling their eyes linger on you for a second longer than you're comfortable with. You spot Donna Paulsen standing near the coffee machine, and despite the stern look she gives everyone around her, she flashes you a knowing smile.

"Hey there," she says, her tone smooth, like she's already seen through your facade. "Harvey's expecting you. He's in his office, trying not to scare anyone today. Good luck with that."

You give a half-hearted chuckle, trying to seem at ease. Harvey's expecting you. Great. You're definitely not ready for this. But then again, you didn't expect it to be easy.

As you walk past various open spaces, snippets of conversations about high-profile clients, upcoming cases, and the occasional snide comment float through the air. Louis Litt passes by with his usual air of superiority.

"Make sure you don't make Harvey mad, kid," Louis says, eyes narrowing. "He's been known to ruin careers with a single look. But hey, you're lucky to be here. I'm sure you'll survive. Maybe."

You finally reach Harvey's office. You take a deep breath and knock twice before opening the door.

"There you are," Harvey says, glancing up from his desk with a smirk. "I was wondering when you'd show up. You ready to do this?"

You force yourself to look confident, even though every part of you is shaking. "Absolutely. I'm ready."

Harvey gestures to the seat in front of his desk. "Sit down. You're not in some classroom anymore. This is the real deal. You'll be working on actual cases with actual clients, and guess what? There are no second chances. You screw up, and we move on without you. Got it?"

Before you can respond fully, Rachel Zane pops her head into the office with an easy smile. "Hey Harvey, do you need anything?"

Harvey gestures to you. "New associate. First day. Trying to keep them from drowning."

Rachel raises an eyebrow but smiles. "Well, good luck with that. You've got this," she says supportively before walking off.

Harvey leans back, eyes narrowing slightly. "So. You ready to prove you belong here?