Clary POV
When I woke up this morning there was something in the air that just screamed "excitement". I didn't think anything of it at the time but when I got to my job interview this morning at Wayland&Co I could tell it would be interesting.
I go and shower and attempt to brush out the bush of flame curls on my head. Because of said excitement I picked my favorite work clothes out. Black pencil skirt, emerald-green, silk, long-sleeved button down; and my 4 inch, black heels. I lined my eyes with liner and dabbed on some light shadow and left for my interview. Wayland&Co is one of the most prominent law firms in New York city. They work on all kinds of cases and have sections from criminal justice lawyers and corporate lawyers and such. Needless to say, I was fucking nervous! I am 23 and have an associate degree in paralegal studies from NYC.
I get to the building and speak to the receptionist, who just hands me a pass and points me to the elevators. I go up 33 floors and find myself in a stylish seating area with warm colors. I introduce myself to the receptionist there too. Her name is Isabelle and she seems extremely kind.
"So you're just gonna go down that hallway, make a left, and it's the desk on your left. If you get the job that'll be yours. Take a seat outside and he'll be in soon. Okay?"
"Got it. Thank you so much Isabelle. I hope to see you a lot more in the future. Wish me luck!"
I leave with a wink and head off in the direction she sends me in. I sit in the chair and scroll through my phone. I hear footsteps heading my way and look up to see the sexiest piece of man I've ever seen. Golden skin, golden hair that swoops perfectly in his face, pouty lips, and the body in that suit looks absolutely fuckable.