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Donna looked up from the stack of work on her desk, giving the poor mailroom worker a bit of a glare. "If you bring me one more piece of paper..."

He smiled at her and dropped an inter-office envelope on her desk, then continued pushing the mailcart down the hall.

"Are you feeling all right?" Harvey asked from his desk.

Donna whipped around and glared at him too. "What do you mean?"

"You didn't even eviscerate that guy. Something wrong?"

"No," she snapped and, without turning around to look, slapped the document stamp down on the paper she had on her desk. "But I'll let you buy me lunch to make me feel better anyway."

Harvey snorted a laugh and turned back to his computer. "No," he said flatly.

"Dammit," Donna grumbled as she turned back to the ever-growing pile of work on her desk.