i make my own luck

WesleyFinch.SeniorAssociate.33.

[wesley-finch]

bailey--wood:

Bailey held back her laugh as he proved her wrong and the blonde admitted she was wrong. “Very proud of you, I know how hard that was.” Her brown eyes rolled back at him as she let her hip fall to show how annoyed she was to hear his stories. “You know I live vicariously through you, it’s the only excitement in my life.” She rested on the corner of his desk handing him the small callback notes and the messages they had left for him. “You have a meeting with Carrington in 30 minutes regarding the Viltroz merger, Harrison called and said if you wanted to do lunch but I told him you were busy, and Melissa is expecting for you to join her in court at one, and then you should have a pretty easy rest of your day.” 

Wes only gave her a look at her comment, one of the few who could get away with sassing him. “Someone has to have the fun around here and we both know it isn’t going to be you,” he offered a cheeky smile, leaning back as she stated off his dat. At the mention of Harrison his nose went up, but was quickly pleased by the end of the sentence. She always knew exactly what to do before he had to ask. It wasn’t a secret that Wes wasn’t one for close relationship, and when it came down to it Bailey probably almost knew him better than anyone. "I owe you one for the lunch,” he pointed out. “In fact can you order from that Italian place around the corner to have when I get out of court, and get something for yourself." Looking at the files she already had out for him, he looked over the papers from the merger. “Do what you can about getting me an pro bono. Few of the partners are getting on my back about it. And make it interesting. If I have to go up against another building manager for being a lazy ass I’m gonna shoot myself.”

[wesley-finch]

mickey-walsh:

How dare he show up to work hungover? If she ever pulled a stunt like this, she could kiss the partnership goodbye. But of course, nothing would happen to Wes. The double standard made Mickey fume. “Oh, don’t flatter yourself, Finch. I really don’t.” The nickname he used made her cringe, but she knew better than to tell him off. Doing so would only motivate him to keep using it. “Do you even remember what today is?” She paused, waiting for a response from him. “You don’t, do you?” She shook her head. “We’re pitching to a potential client.”

When it came to a professional level, Wes had a lot of respect for the fellow lawyer. Which with him that was saying a lot, as their were few amount of people in the firm he could say that about. However, when it came to a personal level it was clear the two weren’t the most fond of each other. He only smiled in reply to her first comment, but it was clear that he was lost as she brought up today’s events. “Oh right, the Ainsworth Foundation. Relax. Not like it’s the first client I’ve won over. Bailey will get me what I need, so don’t have your panties in a twist over it,” he rubbed his temples clearly not all that invested.

[wesley-finch]

mickey-walsh:

Mickey was a woman of routine. She went to the Starbucks just a block away from the office and ordered her usual skinny vanilla latte. Then she usually grabbed something from the kitchen on her floor before heading back to her office and getting through the dozens of emails that cluttered her inbox. She preferred going through her morning routine in relative silence, but it seemed like that wouldn’t be the case with two people already in the kitchen. “Oh, don’t mind him. He’s just HUNGOVER.” She made sure to raise her voice, knowing the effect it would have on Wes. “God, get yourself together, Finch.”

“Fuck,” the word slipped from his lips as his head rang in reaction to her voice sounding throughout the smaller room. Of course it was Mickey. She seemed to be there at the right time to spite him when she could. Most of the time he didn’t mind, but thrived on it. Now he was far from thriving as he could feel his temples pulsing. “Didn’t know you were so concerned about me, sweetheart. I’m touched, really.”

[wesley-finch]

bailey--wood:

The back and forth between them wasn’t something most coworkers could pull of but between them, it worked. “Oh I’m sure you can out drink them, I’m just not sure if you’re physically strong enough to lift up your sunglasses right now.” Her hand motioned towards the fluorescent lights. “Details were not needed, thank you though.” Her blonde hair moved as she shook her head. “Wanna go over what you have today?”

Bailey knew how to challenge him. That was why she had been the perfect assistant for him and why he didn’t settle for less. He needed someone who could keep up in the work and with his personality. She did both. His pride taking hold, he didn’t comment, but threw his sunglasses on the desk as to prove a point. “Oh come on. We both know how much you look forward to hearing about my weekend ventures.” A smug smile played on his lips as he took another sip of coffee. “Throw it at me,” he nodded rubbing the bridge of his nose.

[wesley-finch]

bailey--wood:

“She did, but we chose to ignore it,” Bailey replied with a smart-ass grin holding his coffee out for him. “You know the first sign of getting old is not being able to handle your liquor” His schedule was still open on her screen but she pushed it off for now. “Blonde or brunette last night?”

There were very few people that threw back what Wes served to them. Bailey was the exception of the ones that did, and got away with it. “Please, I could out drink a frat boy any day of the week,” he took the coffee and sipped it. “Oh come on, Bails. You know I’m too much of a gentleman for that,” he smiled sitting at his desk. “Blonde, but not natural. Let’s just say the carpet did not match the drapes.”

[wesley-finch]

His head was pounding. His dry and aching, but showing up to the firm hung over after the weekend wasn’t something unusual for Wes. He had kept his sun glasses on to guard himself from the light, and was distracted mixing his own hangover concoction that he didn't notice the other person come in till they greeted him. “Wow. Way too loud.” He put a hand on his head. “God, didn’t your mother teach you how to use your inside voice?”

[gyllenhaaldaily]

Jake Gyllenhaal by Mark Seliger for Details Magazine