My dear little broccolis 💚💚💚

~ So I want to say something first ‼️Thank you to everyone for supporting me and all. I just want to tell you guys, I am usually not a person who lets anyone or anything bring me down, or get to me. 99% of the time, everything one would tell, or say to me would go right through me and not affect me. Mostly because I know who I am, and that it took me too long to be proud of who I am to let anyone make me feel bad about myself like that or for what I stand for. Just like I said, it was only very upsetting to receive 12 emails of pure negativity all at once when I was already having a bad day. That review took me at my 01%, so it upset me. But honestly, that very same night, I was already over it. It wasn't even about what that person said, it was mostly because of the bad timing. So yeah. Know that I've been writing as long as I can remember. I'm not pretending to be Shakespeare, but I am aspiring to become a write. What that person said did not make me stop writing. I don't think anyone could ever make me stop writing, even if they try very hard. If I write on this website, it's because I love writing. I do not get paid or anything for this; and if I didn't love writing I wouldn't post anything on this website and I would only focus on my novels. So yeah, just a little break to myself; but still I love you all guys, and I cannot thank you enough for the support you gave me. You are all amazing broccolis.‼️

~ Anyway, enjoy this chapter. Though I would like to remind everyone that this story will be dark and angsty. There is adultery in this story, so if you can't handle, don't read.

~ Also, someone asked if I was listening to music while writing, so I'll try o put the music I listen to while writing chapters.

~ Love, Mina 💚💚💚

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Chapter 2: Negociations and Declarations (5,9K)

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Maar Daala — Devdas

Sexual Healing — Marvin Gaye

Taikatalvi — Nightwish

Blank Space — Taylor Swift

Tu Vas Me Détruire — Notre-Dame

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Clary's PoV.

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Hate. Clary had experience a lot this feeling in the last couple of months. She knew this feeling so well that she could tell every single stage that hate made you go through. She knew how strong and powerful it could make her feel. She knew how depressing it could make her feel as well. And still she never wondered how it must feel when hate was directed toward her. And now, now that she was the first target of someone else's hate, she did not like how diminished she was feeling.

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For a few endless seconds, the blond man remained frozen on his spot, shock written all over his face. His golden eyes looked at Clary from head to toe, as if she was an hallucination. Her memory hadn't failed her. He was exactly the way she remembered him, though at this right moment, he felt a little bit more imposing. His golden hair wasn't tousled, but properly structured in what Clary called 'the professional guy haircut'; and the few she could see of his golden skin was strongly contrasting with the darkness of his suit.

But before it might start to appear awkward or suspicious for him to stare at her like that, Wayland regained control of himself and slowly closed the door behind him before walking to the desk, his eyes now cast solely upon Hodge. Hodge who seemed completely oblivious of the little tension that the new up-comer just brought, eagerly smiled and introduced Clary with a benevolent wave of his hand:

"Haaa, Jace. Here you are, finally. This is Clarissa Morgestern, our most promising seller. And your new partner … that is, if she signs the contract."

Clary indulged Hodge a little polite smile while Jace Wayland courteously nodded his head in her direction, his jaw tightened with a forced smile. Swiftly, his tawny eyes lingered on her as if to recognise her presence as a future co-worker, not just someone he found in Hodge's office.

His eyes did not show a single emotion, but Clary could tell that he was not happy by this, but neither was she. Never she would have think in her worst nightmares that she would be one day forced to work with the man who cheated on his wife with her.

Especially since seeing him so close made her feel all sort of mixed emotions. She couldn't understand how she could still be attracted by this man when she felt nothing but hate toward him, and disgust concerning what they did. And still, seeing him standing next to her in his suit awoke in her the same desires that rose in her the first time she saw him. And even more since she knew what the body underneath those cloths looked like.

For a very brief second, her body took over her mind and reminded her what it felt like to be held by his strong arms, what it felt like to be kissed by this man, what it felt like to become undone under his touch. For a very brief second, lust took control over her whole body, transpiring in her eyes; and to her great horror, she saw that same lust gleam in the golden eyes of Jace Wayland as his gaze lingered a second more than courtesy required.

But then, Clary broke their connection losing her gaze into space and making Jace Wayland finally look back at Hodge. The blond man coughed a little to clear his throat before he said, his voice harsh and cold: "I was lead to believe by the board that I would be teamed with …" He swiftly glanced at Clary, looking at her from head to toe once again, and lingering on her lips a second more before he finished: " … someone different."

"What do you mean?" Hodge asked with confusion, his brows knot together as he was trying to understand the undertones of Jace's statement. Clary did not mean explanations, and she found herself glaring at the man, adding another check point to her list of reasons for her to hate him.

"He means that he was expecting someone with external reproducing organs. Not some skirt wearer," She clarified, ostensibly sitting more comfortably in her chair all the while sneering at Wayland with all her might. This was somewhere where she could fight and win without efforts; and secretly she was even relieved that Wayland turned out to be a plain asshole.

He was not only a cheater, he was also a misogynistic ass who thought of himself as someone better because he had a penis. Clary let herself maliciously grin, ready to tear the blond down to anything he could say to justify his ridiculous views of the world; but he did nothing of the sort. Instead, he stared at her as if she had just insulted him and his whole family; and Hodge intervened before he could say anything:

"Mister Wayland, you do know that we are living in a modern day and age, right?"

Clary repressed a smirk, her green eyes still on Wayland while she was inwardly cheering for Hodge for taking her defence and putting Wayland back at his place. It was more than just the tone their boss just used, it was also the way Hodge suddenly stopped using his first name, and referred to the blond man with his last name.

Jace Wayland shook his head to appease everyone, his jaw slightly tightened as if he was annoyed by the turn of the conversation; and with that simple gesture, Clary understood that he was simply expecting someone who wasn't her to work with him.

"Of course, I know that. I was just not expecting Miss Morgenstern and it came out as a surprise. The fact that her reproductive organs are hidden has nothing to do with my surprise," He justified himself, glaring in his turn at Clary and daring her to retort anything.

"Good," Hodge declared, getting up from his chair and then he proposed: "I suggest that we talk about the details of your future missions around a nice meal."

Swiftly, Clary rose to her feet and picked the contract from Hodge's desk before he could even say where he was intending to eat. Once up, she waited for Hodge to give her the informations required (meaning that he would cab her there); and she politely took leave of the two men, claiming that she needed to fetch her stuff first.

As soon as she was back to her cubicle, Clary put her soon-to-be contract in a folder before putting that folder in her pale green shoulder-bag, all the while feeling Seb walking to lean against her desk. She refused to look up to meet his gaze, perfectly aware that he was only trying to pursue the topic that he broached before she went to see Hodge.

On any other day, she would have kept playing his game, all the while repeating him that there was no chance for a possible future he and her; but at this right moment, she was just fed up with men. She was feeling all sorts of emotions that she would like to let go off with a nice glass of wine, and some Chinese takeout; and she wasn't even able to do so because she had an impromptus business dinner to go to.

So, it's without even glancing at Seb, or sparing him a smile of some kind that Clary put on her black trench coat over her green dress, ready to go wait for Hodge down their building. But of course, Seb never gave up easy, and this time was just another way to prove it, among others.

"So? Now that we will no longer be working together, will we have some sort of epistolary relationship before you finally say yes to me?" He asked, a small smirk lingering on his pink lips as he made himself a little bit more comfortable on Clary's desk.

Clary blinked for a mere second, before she regained control of herself, and said with all the patience that she could muster: "Who said anything about me wanting any sort of relationship, with anyone? I like my life the way it is, Seb. And the way it is definitely doesn't include you in my personal life, and certainly not in such an intimate way."

Seb's face suddenly lost all trace of humour, darkening as the words came out of her mouth before leaving them both speechless for a long minute. Clary raised her eyebrows at him, waiting for some witty comeback from him, but he remained coldly silent, his raven eyes looking at her with a whole new light.

With a little satisfactory grin, Clary took her bag and placed it on her shoulder before walking to the elevator with her head high as her heels clicked on the parquet floor with rhythm and authority. She waited for the cabin to pick her up, and just as the elevator's doors were about to close, Seb snaked his way in, delaying the departure of a few seconds.

Clary heaved of annoyance, but it didn't seem to stop him from telling her whatever he came all the way to tell.

"Cards on the tables, Morgestern. I know you like your life the way it is. I know of your stupid rule about coworkers. But I also know that you want a relationship. I know you want the butterflies, and the sparkles. I know that you want the heart race and the lack of air. I know that you want the hearts and the flowers," He said very haughtily, daring her to deny everything that he just declared; which was exactly what she did:

"You don't know shit, Sebastian. You're just projecting your stupid feelings on me, hoping that we are in some cheesy work of fiction and that it will work on me. Well, guess what, even if we were, your feelings are not mines."

The elevator reached the first floor with the usual ding that Clary hated so much, and Seb did not do anything but smirk at her, his obsidian eyes looking at her as if she was missing a joke of some kind. She stepped out of the elevator, and he pressed the button back to the twelfth floor where they worked. And as the door started closing, he dramatically said: "I know you want a romantic relationship, because you told me so at the Christmas party."

This simple little phrase had the merit to shock her, and make her look at the elevator doors with her green eyes wide open, and her mouth a little open.

She honestly wasn't doubting his words, because if she was avoiding romantic relationships, it was more out of resignation than out of a choice of lifestyle. Sure she liked her intimate life the way it was, but she often missed the most mundane things about having a companion. The feeling of a comforting hand on her smaller back, or the sensation of knowing that someone who wasn't family was caring about you, or a simple smile with no agenda behind. She did missed all of that.

And she had been rather drunk at the Christmas party, which probably lead to her babbling nonsense to Seb. And now that she came to think of it, Seb did start to really pursue her after that said party. Did he think that her rant about the lack of romance in her life was a way for her to lead him on, and invite him in the intimate aspect of her life?

But before she could try to linger even more on this bomb that Seb just dropped on her; Hodge appeared by her side asking her if she was ready for them to head to the restaurant. Clary responded with her best smile, concealing her true thoughts to herself; and as they walked outside to hail a taxi, she politely asked about Wayland's whereabouts. Hodge lightly said that the man came by car and that he was going to meet them at the restaurant.

After they entered the yellow car, Clary dug her phone out of her bag, and sent a text to Jon to let him know not to wait for her for dinner. She was a hundred percent sure that this news would rejoice her brother more than anything. And there was a good percentage of chance the she would find Izzy sleeping home when she would get back home. Clary knew that, though he didn't really mind sleeping at Izzy's; Jon liked sleeping at their place better. Mostly because their apartment was much more studious than the little one-room flat that Izzy was renting at the tenth floor of an old building where the elevator worked whenever it pleased.

Before she could even start thinking of having a polite conversation with Hodge, Jon responded immediately making his excitement very obvious to his sister.

From Jon to Clary: Cool. Is this one of those time when you say 'I'm coming home late', but you're back in the morning, or one of those times when you say 'I'm coming home late', but you're back before desert?

From Clary to Jon: It's one of those time when I'm saying 'I'm coming home late because I have a business meeting'. So to make it clear, every thing that you want to do to Izzy, but that I don't want to see, keep it in your bedroom!

From Jon to Clary: Yeah. Whatever. Don't be home before nine! I'm warning you!

At this text, Clary found herself very conflicted between the urge to laugh, and to scowl at her screen at the same time. It was at moment like that that she wished that Jon and Izzy would have already gotten their own place, or kicked her out so they wouldn't have that sort of awkward conversation, full of life-scarring images running through her head.

She once told Jon to not expect her on a Friday night; and of course, Jon took it as his cue that he had the flat to himself until late in the night. But what neither were expecting was for her to go home earlier than planned because of a disappointing hookup. And she came home to face her naked brother and his naked girlfriend going wild on the kitchen counter. It took her a month and a lot of cleaning to eat anything coming out of the kitchen, or even to face Izzy afterwards.

Hodge tore Clary out of her memory as he concernedly asked: "You are considering taking this promotion, right?"

"Of course, Hodge. Do I need to remind you that I came to this company, applying for this exact job?"

"No. But I feel like the team aspect of this is throwing you off."

Clary stayed silent for a second, looking for the right words to say before she explained: "It is true that when I applied, it was a solo job, and that having to team up with someone is something … unexpected. But I am keeping a very open mind, worry not Hodge."

"Good. I just want you to know that this new rule about sending teams instead of one person, has nothing to do with you," Hodge assured her, and Clary simply rolled her eyes with a small smile.

"I am not vain enough to think that the board would go to so much trouble just because I happen to state some unwanted truths."

Hodge humphed, but something in the way he was now looking at her made her doubt what she just stated. Could have the board actually try to undermine her to prove that she wasn't good enough at her job? And this new realisation made her suddenly rethink this whole promotion. What if the board was looking for a good reason to fire her, since she wouldn't quit, and that she was being one of those annoying employee? Maybe she should try to behave her temper and her thoughts for a little while, before the board would fire her for wearing dresses two days in a row, or something stupid like that.

After barely twenty minutes in the cab, they arrived at the restaurant where Jace Wayland was already waiting for them at a round table. Clary followed Hodge to the end of the restaurant and sat between the two men, opening the menu straight away to look for what kind of liquor she was going to have as an appetiser.

She could feel Wayland's intense gaze on her, but Clary refused to give any thoughts into how much his presence could affect, or confuse her. She was here on business, to discuss about how her career would change for now-on, and even possibly bloom … that was if the board was not trying to subtly sack her.

As Hodge made small conversation with Jace Wayland about the traffic, Clary looked over the menu, setting her mind on a Death In The Afternoon. She needed something strong to calm her nerves. Or maybe she was too keen to drown her problems in alcohol. Her father would probably chastise her since he, himself, never drunk a single drop of alcohol; but at the moment, all Clary could think of was the welcoming and burning bite of alcohol down her throat.

A waitress came to take their order, a bright smile on her face as she turned to Clary to hear from her first. After a last look at the menu, Clary ordered her drink, and Spicy Thai Noodles, extra spicy just like she liked her food. Hodge ordered for himself a Manhattan with Peanut Noodles and Chicken; as for Jace Wayland, he simply took a Virgin Mary with Tofu Fried Rice, claiming that he had to drive back to his hotel, and that he would rather not drink because of that.

Still, Clary couldn't help but feel like there was a dark irony in his choice of drink. Out of all the non-alcoholic drinks, Jace Wayland had to go for a 'virgin' one, instead of a simple drink.

The drinks did not take long to arrive, and Clary took a long sip out of her drink, loving the sweetness brought by the melted sugar, and the fizzy sensation of the bubbles of champagne in her mouth. For a minute second, she closed her eyes and just appreciated the bittersweetness of her drink; though she had to admit she had better. This one was a tat too sweet for her, making her assume that the bartender probably used sugar syrup instead of melted sugar as the original recipe required.

"So, I did not even ask you, Jace; do you remember meeting Clary? It was the wake of you joining this company," Hodge asked with a friendly tone, probably wanting to break the thin and subtle ice between the two of his employees.

Jace slightly turned his head to Clary, as if to take her in and search in his memory if he remembered her. And Clary could see in his eyes that the memories coming back to him were anything but the innocent little moment the three of them had in front of an elevator. Suddenly, she felt like her green dress wasn't covering her enough as his tawny eyes racked over her body, gleaming with lust. She felt like he could see her breast, even though she was wearing a high round neck. She felt like he was touching her, feeling her temperature rise beneath his fingers, even though he had not moved from his seat. She felt like for a second, they were back in his hotel room where he made her scream his name.

But then, Jace Wayland reported his attention to Hodge, asserting with a very detached voice: "I am not sure. The memories of that night are rather … They feel much like a dream. I was very tired, and a tits drunk."

"Yes, I do recall that you were jet-lagged," Hodge confessed, before he added: "Though, I think that you had an affect on Clary here since she does remember briefly seeing you."

Wayland looked back at Clary, his blond eyebrow arched up. But before Hodge could unknowingly put them in an even more awkward situation, his phone rang in his pocket tearing him away from the conversation he was trying to make.

"If you'll excuse me," He said, getting up and picking up his phone, leaving both Clary and Wayland alone.

For a brief second, Clary contemplated the idea of pretending the need of the restroom, just to avoid having to stay here alone with Jace Wayland; but then, he said something that made her think twice about it:

"Since you still haven't signed your contract, I think it would be best for the two of us for you to decline this promotion."

Clary stared at the man sitting beside her, her eyes big and her ears unbelieving of what he just said. And her astonishment got even bigger when he added: "If you want, I have contacts in other great companies that would hire you for that exact same job, with a rather good salary."

Still under shock, Clary blinked before regaining her wit and snapping back at him: "And why would I do that? I have nothing to reproach myself."

Jace Wayland finally turned his head to look at her, his golden eyes finally looking directly in her green eyes instead of avoiding them like they did ever since he entered Hodge's office. His golden orbs flared with something she was so familiar with.

Hate. That little emotion that Clary archived over the past couple of months. She was well acquainted with it, she could tell every stage it made her go through. The strong, almost drug like effect it had on her, how it could shut her down until she didn't want to get out of bed in the morning. Still, she'd never been on the receiving end of someone's hatred. Never felt their eyes burn a hole in her soul and feel the waves of malcontent forcefully make her mind stagger.

And at this exact moment, she felt all of Jace's hatred toward her strike her down. His eyes were burning on her, making her feel uneasy, and making her lose all her self-confidence. She suddenly felt like she was back in that elevator the morning after that fateful night, when she cried hugging herself for minutes and felt like she was the most worthless person of the world.

Clary looked away from the intensity of his gaze, swallowing hard her pride; especially when he asked with a sardonic sarcasm: "Because you don't qualify sleeping with your married coworker as such?"

He could have slapped, it would have been the same. The coldness of his tone made her feel all over again of the shame that she had tried to tame over the past couple of months, but it was nothing compared to the way his gaze was blazing over her.

Clary who had always believed herself to be head strong, and to not be one to recoil in front of anyone, felt suddenly small and out of words. He was right, she did sleep with a married man. She did roll in the sheets and loved every second of it with a man that wasn't hers to look at.

He waited for her to say something, but when she remained silent, he tore his gaze away from her, staring into space as he placed his hands under his chin. For a few seconds, the two of them stayed silent, probably both trying to get their emotions under control; but then, Wayland said with a voice rather detached, as if he was talking to himself:

"You have no idea how much hate I have for you. I think it's even more than hate, I think t's actually pure loathing. Never before you have I looked at another woman since I've laid eyes on my wife. Never before you have I been even aroused by another woman but my wife. Never before you had I even thought that I would be capable of adultery. And yet … here we are. You standing next to me while I can't stop thinking of what happened that night. Of what happened when you lured me to the path of adultery. Of what happened when you made me break my vows to her."

And finally, Clary regained her wit and herself, finally snapping out of this state he subdued her to as she rightfully snapped at him with temper: "I was not alone might I remind you! You wanted this! You wanted me! And you never said that you were married!"

"So you really did not know, after all," Wayland said caressing his lower lip with his thumb, his gaze still lost into space as his tone was now detached again. Clary frowned, wondering what he meant by that. She thought that it was pretty obvious by her reaction in the morning that she had no idea that he was married.

"It's not like I was wearing a ring, is it?" He added with that same cold sarcasm that he used before, and Clary had to concede him that.

He did wear a ring, she just didn't see nor feel it. And now that she was thinking of it, he did try twice to back away. He even said that he wasn't supposed to be there with her. So, if she was following his logic, she was the awful snake who seduced a married man just for the game.

Jace took a dip breath in, and kept on talking to space, as if Clary was barely there: "You know, what's worst in all of this? Worst than me cheating on my wife? Worst than having touched you when I haven't touched my wife in months- even before I met you?

The worst part is that I can't bring myself to actually hate you. I hate myself more. I hate myself because I betrayed my wife. Because I enjoyed every second of it. Because ever since I saw you in the middle of the crowd, I have wanted you. Because I cannot get you out of my mind. I think of you in the middle of the night. I think of your body beneath mine. And … I keep on repeating over and over again the face of disgust you had in the morning. The repulsion emanating from your whole body when you looked at me …"

Clary felt like all the air had left her lungs at this declaration. He wasn't supposed to tell her that. She would have been happier with him hating her. She didn't want him to think of her with such conflicted emotions. Because it only felt like he was reflecting her own. And she didn't know what to do about any of that. She didn't know how she was supposed to react, what she should say, what she should feel.

But Hodge spared her from thinking any more about all those confessions as he made his way back to them, followed by the waitress holding their plates; and Jace took his drink in his hand as he uttered in a disbelieving murmur: "Crazy, isn't it?"

She did not reply anything, due to Hodge's presence, and smiled gently to the waitress when she deposited her plate in front of her. Her eyes swiftly went on Jace Wayland before settling once again on her plate. Suddenly her spicy noodles didn't seem that appealing. With a deep breath, she finished her drink in one gulp, not caring how unladylike it made her seem. She knew it was because of that bomb that Jace Wayland just dropped on her, but she was determined to not think of any of his words as long as she was in this business dinner.

Which Hodge reminded them off by taking a fork full of food, and explaining: "So let's start talking about what you will do.

Your missions will not differ much from what you already do. Except from you Clary. You will be international, instead of being local. The only big difference will be that you will be working together. You are a team. Fail and success will be yours as a team, and not individuals.

Know that this idea of having teams is something very new, so not everything will be perfect, but the idea behind this is soothing the potential client in our favour by sending two people instead of one. It might seem more aggressive, and in a way it is, but see it more as 'good cop/bad cop' situation."

As he kept explaining how this team work was a wonderful idea, and both Clary and Jace would benefit of this new turn from their company, the three of them slowly finished their meals. Clary paid extra attention to everything that Hodge was saying, but mostly to what he was not saying.

If she was understanding everything correctly, communication and a good relationship was going to be what would make their team a solid one, or not. And so far, Wayland and her started on the wrong foot. Sleeping with one's married co-worker would definitely not qualify as such.

"Clary, do I still have you on board. Jace already signed a week ago with the board, and I have a mission that could be yours by tomorrow night, if you sign now," Hodge suddenly said, tearing Clary out of her thoughts.

She slightly frowned, wondering why Hodge was so pushy about getting her to sign; but then she gracefully got up, and politely said with a fake smile:

"Give me just a few minutes to powder my nose."

She had finished her food anyway, and she was not planning on ordering a desert. Once she was in the restroom, she called Jon, and nervously waited for him to pick up; which he did after the first ring:

"Yes, you can come home," He said with exasperation, making Clary wonder if she just blocked him, or if he was just exasperated by the situation of her calling beforehand to check if she could come home.

"I got a promotion," She told him with a small voice, sitting on a toilet and taking her head in her hand to clutch her hair. Jon cheered on the other side of the phone, making her slightly smile at her brother's excitement for her.

"No! That's awesome! Why aren't you home so we can celebrate?"

"I don't know if I'll take it, Jon," She explained, her voice even smaller. She couldn't believe that she was ready to go back on everything she ever said, just because of one man. This was her dream job that she was considering turning down. How could she have had so many different emotions concerning this promotion in the course of one evening? She didn't know what to do or to think anymore.

"Why? Are they not paying you enough? Or are they not promoting you were you wanted to go?" Jon inquired with curiosity, and Clary bit her lip.

How could she tell Jon, without telling him everything that had happened? She already had some problems admitting it to herself, so let along Jon. She didn't want her brother to look down at her, and especially not with disappointment. And so she eluded:

"No, it's exactly what I wanted, with the right pay and al … But … I … Me taking that promotion may actually have an impact on my personal life."

"Why? Do you have to sleep with Sebastian for you to get that promotion?" He teased, and Clary rolled her eyes. This was how much Sebastian was persistent toward her, he even became a recurrent joke for her brother to tease her with, even though he had only seen him once.

"Because I'm stupid sometimes, and I want to be sure that me taking that promotion is me talking the right decision."

There was a small silence between the two siblings during which Clary could tell that Jon was trying to read between the lines of her half words. He knew something was off with what she was telling him, but he apparently did not feel like pushing her into admitting it. And so, he encouraged her:

"I think you should take the promotion. You wanted the job since forever, Clary. You applied in this company especially to get this job. I know you, you will be able to overlook whatever is making you doubt at the moment, and be a boss at your job. Then, you'll brag about it for at least a month, like you always do."

Those words made Clary smile to herself as she knew that her brother was trying to lift her spirits up … which he did. and so, she got up, straightened up her dress in front of the mirror after laving the toilet booth, and she told her brother:

"Yeah … Can you come and pick me up? I'm at the Padogue Dorée."

"Sure. I'll be here in twenty minutes. "

When her brother hung up, Clary looked at her reflection with determination before she left the restroom and went back to the table where Jace and Hodge were talking. She sat back, under the men's steady gaze, and dug the contract out of her bag. She signed it and gave it back to Hodge, with a small smile as she teased: "I'll soon be asking for a raise again. Just so you now."

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