Checkmate

The sun has long since slid from its perch, leaving the sky a mottled blue gray above the ever present lights of Manhattan. For most the day is done, but the halls of Pearson Hardman are still alive with movement, even if not as much movement as during the day. Jessica makes her way down one such hall, her gaze casually sliding over the remnant of workers, before focusing on the office of one in particular. Empty.

She switches her focus to the gatekeeper, face impassive.

"Donna. Tell Harvey I need to see him in my office. Now. We have a situation."

Donna's brow lifts in a silent question, but she simply nods, adding a little salute that only she could get away with, and lifts her phone.

Jessica turns and retraces her steps to her office, stride purposeful, expression calm, mind sharp. And completely preoccupied.