A/N: So, this is my first fanfiction. The idea of this story has been in my mind for a long time and so I thought I should give it a shot.
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DISCLAIMER: The characters and TMI belongs to Cassandra Clare.
Chapter1:
(Clary POV)
I open my eyes to the sound of panting and something wet and slimy on my cheek. "Hey baby! Yes, you're my baby. I know, you're such a good boy." I pull Oreo into the bed with me and cuddle him until my phone starts to ring. "You better have a good reason to wake me up so early Matt". Matt is my umm, you can't exactly say boss, but he is my boss's son which makes him a partial boss (if that makes any sense). He's pretty cool and we have become friends over the years.
"Clarissa dear I have called you to remind you of the meeting we have with HUNTERS INC today at 11AM."
"nuh-uh, YOU have a meeting with them, not me. Do not include me in things like these. You know how bad I really am at meetings and socialising. I just like to do my work."
"Clary, don't make this hard for me, okay? We have already talked about this and we need you, our best CTO, to talk them into our agreements."
"Exactly Matt! You need someone to talk them into your agreements, which means you should get a lawyer or your spokesperson or something. Not me! I am your CTO, Chief Technological Officer, and hence I only deal with Technology and stuff, you know the 'WORK'. Not meetings and talkings."
I could imagine Matt roll his eyes at me and sigh.
"I am done with your arguments Clarissa. Our company needs you there, and hence you will be there. No more arguments. You might be the CTO, but you are also better than any lawyer and spokesperson. So, get ready, dress appropriately and DO NOT BE LATE. I'll see you there."
Call ended.
I internally groan and finally get up to take a quick shower. Wrapping myself in a fluffy pink towel, I exit my bathroom only to find a gorgeous girl with blue eyes and straight velvet black hair that falls down her hips, dressed in a tight beige dress with black tights and 7 inch stilettos rummaging through my wardrobe.
"Isabelle Lightwood! How many times do I have to tell you to not barge in my apartment without warning?"
"Your bad luck that I have your spare key, Clary." She said without even sparing a glance at me.
I walk to the dresser and rub some lotion on my arms and shoulder. I have very dry skin.
I inspect myself in the mirror, pale skin, frizzy red hair, bright green eyes, petite frame and flat stomach. I am not half bad. I could not be bad, I worked years in college to develop my figure and I must tell you, my breasts have filled out to an average C, I have one hell of a nice ass. Thanks to my gym trainer Jordan to literally dragged me out to the gym everyday after classes. But I was still short, 5'3 and looked 16.
"Hey! Stop ogling yourself and put on these clothes. I want you to steal everyone's eye today in the meeting. Plus I heard there are some real nice eye candies in Hunters." Izzy wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.
"Ugh! Izzy no. I have absolutely no interest in hooking up with my soon-to-be employees."
"Oh come on boss! You're no fun, Where the excitement without the employee- boss sexual chemistry." She sits down on the edge on my bed and flips her hair to wink.
"Go get me some coffee, breakfast if there's time and let me change Iz. Do not cook anything for me." I give her a pointed look.
"Yes, but you'll have to let me do your makeup too." With that she left my room hopefully to buy me some breakfast and coffee from Java Jones.
I pick up the outfit Izzy chose for me. Its a black office skirt that starts from my waist and ends five inches above the knee. A baby blue crop top with wide sleeved till my elbow and black five inch wedges. I leave my hair open that falls in smooth red curls to my waist. I apply some mascara, and thin, almost negligible line of liquid black eyeliner. Some baby pink eyeshadow and lipstick. Perfect. I look pretty and 24, like I am supposed to look. Satisfied with myself, I leave my room to witness Oreo chewing my chuck taylors. "Oreo! No bad dog! Those are my favourite pair of converse!" Oreo is actually not my dog. He is my neighbour, Jonathon Morgenstern's dog. But this 2 year old fluffy white Labrador is my favourite thing in the world. I let him in my apartment, secretly wishing Jonathon will drop by my place to pick him up. Jonathon Morgenstern is my secret crush. When I first saw him, I was unable to breathe.
**flashback**
"Yes mom, I am exhausted." -Knockknock - " hey mom someone's at the door, I'll talk to you later. Yeah, okay bye. Love you too mom." I open the door to reveal probably the finest human specimen in our Earth. A tall (probably 6'2), lean, muscular guy with platinum blonde hair in a navy blue button-down shirt with sleeves rolled to the elbows and dark jeans stands in my doorway. I was left with my mouth hanging open, staring into black eyes that made you forget the rest of the world.
"Ahem, Hi? I am your neighbour Jonathon." He said flashing me a smile that made my heart flutter.
"Hi". I squeaked, blushing a beet root red that probably matched my hair. I saw him smirk at my reaction which slightly annoyed me as I usually remain unfazed and unaffected by men and their charms. Regaining my composure and confidence, I finally speak in my very professional voice "I am Clarissa Fray, but please call me Clary." I smile and extend my hand. He shakes my hand and says "Okay Clary, I hope you're a better neighbour than the last one I had."I laugh and ask him" And what qualifications do I need to top your list of good neighbour?" "Hmm, let's see, you're definitely prettier than Dorothea and absolutely gorgeous, so you're already 10 points above any other neighbour I've had" I feel blood rush to my cheeks and my head is spinning at the word 'gorgeous'."As long as you don't practice dark magic or curse my apartment, we're good" He says with that same infuriating smirk. I smile and nod. Just then I notice a cute little puppy chewing my carpet at the doorway. I bend down to pick up that little fluff thing that might be the cutest little dog I have ever seen "Awww, and who might you be my little white fluffy prince?" I say cuddling the pup and kissing his nose. "Hahaha, that is my baby dog Oreo" says Jonathon. "Oreo! I am gonna eat you right here and take you for myself" I say. I hand back Oreo to Jonathon and he says "I hope to see you around Clary, and maybe even be friends with time." He goes back to his apartment and turns back to wink at him. I close my door and release out a breath I had not realised I was holding.
I snap out of my daze with Izzy waving my coffee in front of me. Izzy is saying something about how I had my makeup done without her and blah blah blah when I hear the front door open to reveal a shirtless Jonathon with headphones on. "Mornin' Clary, hey Izzy. Came to pick up my boy Oreo who seems to be unable to keep his hands off you." He says. I blush involuntarily and say "Hey, Jon." I say. I see Jon checking me out the moment he saw me near the kitchen counter. "Damn Clary, you look hot. Any special plans." "Yes Jon, Clary is trying to catch your eye for the last 2 years" Izzy says and I glare at her. "Eye? She caught my heart the day I saw this beauty move in here" Jon says with a wink. I blush a flame red and tell both of them to shut up as I have to leave for work.
I step outside to see Robert already waiting for me."Hey Robert" I smile at him. "Good Morning boss. Ready for your big meeting?"He opens the door for me and Izzy. I just roll my eyes. Robert is my driver. He drives me everywhere. I don't like driving really and I also have a weird thing of never taking shotgun. I just like sitting in the backseat. I know, its weird. Anyway, Izzy started ranting about this cute nerd guy who works in our IT department downstairs. I tune her out and stare out the windows. God, I absolutely love LA, the brightness and the quietness of it. Quite the opposite of NY where I spent all of my life.
Oh how rude of me, let me properly introduce myself.
Hi, I am Clarissa Fray, but I prefer to go by Clary. I am 24 years old. I work as the CTO of Shadow INC, and hence I am fairly rich. My best friend is Isabelle Lightwood who is also my PA. She is my right hand woman and basically manages my life. My mom is Jocelyn Fray. She's originally british but she migrated to New York when I was born because of my father's untimely death. She wanted a fresh start. My step father is Luke Garroway who is also my boss, but he works in the marketing department. It is because of him that I had got the internship at Shadow INC. I love him like my real father and he loves me just the same. My mom, Jocelyn is an artist but she also manages a diner. I grew up in New York but I graduated college from UCLA and now I work here. I life is amazing as of now.
I moved in here 2 years ago when I was offered the post of CTO in Shadow INC. It is an IT company and they were very impressed by me when I took an internship here while I was in my last year of college. They needed a young CTO who would connect with the adolescent crowd and help with the technological side of marketing. The owner of the company, Mr. Hodge Starkweather hired me immediately for the job. I was thrilled! To be the CTO of an internationally well known company at the age of 22 was, well... just EXTRAORDINARY. The media went craaaazy. All the other companies were appalled at the decision and our Mr. Starkweather was heavily criticised for taking such a risk of handing over a major part of the company to a 22 year old. He stayed optimistic and all he said was that he saw a great deal of himself in me and that he had full faith in my capabilities.
Now I am heading to my office where there is going to be a meeting between two companies Shadow INC and Hunters INC. We are merging our companies for whatever reason that never interested me and my bosses need me to persuade Hunters INC to get into a few agreements with our company.
Ah, destination arrived.
I walk up the stairs with Izzy on my trail to my office where Maia had all my files and reports ready. Both of them filled me on everything that is going on in the meeting and everything I need to do and know. I walk towards the glass meeting room, push open the door with my best professional charming smile plastered on my face. I see every man in the room turn their heads towards me when I catch the eye of a familiar golden blonde head.
I stop mid way, my smile dropping, "JACE WAYLAND?!"
A/N: ...and suspense. How does Clary know Jace?
There are a lot of things I changed in the story. You will find out as the story continues. Any questions? You can PM me or drop the question in the review box below.
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~Sofia
