Senior Partner (for now) Head of Corporate Division Father of Mikado II and III Future Lord of the 47th Floor P.S. Donna, I know you’ll show Harvey this email before Friday. That’s fine. Tell him I’ve already ordered the champagne. And tell him that if he cries, I won’t tell anyone. Much.

She said, “Louis, you’re not ready.”

Then Samantha Wheeler came in. Then she left. Then Faye Richardson tried to destroy everything. And through it all—through the mud fights, the cat rescue fundraisers, the time I literally had a panic attack in the file room—who kept the lights on?

After the whole “Mike is a fraud” thing—which I handled with far more grace than anyone gives me credit for, given that I was legally and ethically betrayed by my closest colleagues —I had leverage. Real leverage.

Jessica—if you’re reading this—you owe me a window.