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This is just basically a filler chapter. Hope y'all like this chapter!
I do not the plot or any of the main characters, except for Jennifer and Wyatt.
Jace POV
Anything can change at any given moment. Life is unpredictable. Life is a game of chess where we are the pawns. Its funny how life can be smooth sailing one week, and a tornado the next.
One week ago, Jen was picking out the outfits for her wedding. Everything was smooth. Life seemed to be a breeze. One week later, Clary was almost killed, Wyatt is in the hospital, Tom has been sentenced to spending the rest of his life in prison, Sebastian is undergoing trials for his part in all the misfortune, and we're signing the contracts to be managing partners for our firms right now.
"What's up, partner?" I said.
"Oh, you know, the usual- ceiling, lights, air con," she replied cheekily. I couldn't help but smile inwardly at her silliness.
"You think you're so funny, Morgenstern?" I asked, faking annoyance.
"Have you ever thought about acting? You'll make it big time," she said.
"Of course I could. I could stump Brad Pitt. I'm too good for anyone," I replied.
"In your dreams," was all she said before turning away to look at our parents.
They were looking back at us.
"Are y'all sure y'all can handle this? I know it's a big deal, and it can get stressful. We could cancel our trip," Clary's mom started.
"Don't worry, mom. This building will still be standing when you get back. We'll be fine," Clary said.
Her voice sounded so melodic, it was like music to my ears. What is happening to me!
Our parents made the announcement that we will be stepping in for them while they were travelling, and people congratulated us. We walked our parents to their cars and wished them goodbye.
"Before I forget, your first case together will be taking down Verlac and his company. The files are on my desk. Goodbye kids," Mr Morgenstern said, getting into the car.
We were standing alone on the streets of New York for a while, her checking her phone, and me watching her. She looked so tiny and vulnerable standing next to the tall buildings, in the middle of the crowd. I remembered how different she was when trying on the bridesmaid dress, how seductive she acted. It took me all my strength not to push her against the wall and kiss her and claim her mine.
"So, when are we going to have that talk?" I cautiously asked.
"Umm, tonight? Is that okay?" she asked. Her long eyelashes casting shadows over her cheeks, her big, round eyes staring up at me innocently.
"Uh, I guess. I'll text you the details to my apartment," I said. She wants to talk at night. Is she trying to kill me or something?! She's already torturing me in daylight. Oh man, I should've said no. What was I thinking?
"Are you coming or what?" I heard her ask. She was walking into the building again. I sighed following her. This was going to be a long and hard day.
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Clary POV
Its been a week. I visited Wyatt a couple of times, called Luke and updated him. He was immediately boarding the next flight to New York. Of all the boys, Wyatt was Luke's favourite. I was visiting Jace tonight. We were going to have to talk about it. I didn't want to but it has to be done.
The rest of the day went by quickly, Jace and me reviewing all of Verlac's cases, going from door to door begging for witnesses to take the stand against Verlac, pin-pointing minor errors that could be held against him. It was quite a successful day. We managed to get atleast one witness per case.
I gathered all the paperwork and information for Max Lightwood's case. Tom had admitted to being the murderer. I had everything I needed. But after all the trials against Vermin are over, I can make him admit to being in charge of the killing. After everything he had done to that family, they deserved justice. They would never have a peace of mind after losing the youngest in the family, but they could feel that their son's death has been avenged. My poor Max. I thought him to read manga, I helped him with his Xbox games occasionally, and I looked after him a lot when he was sick. He was more of a brother to me than he was a friend's brother. This only fuelled my anger and rage.
Thinking that I best be alone now, I locked myself in my office and cried. I'd been a crying a lot lately. I needed to let all this pain out of me. I couldn't take it anymore. After years of standing strong, wading through any pain and obstacles, I needed to release all that pent up suffering. And if crying was going to help me do that, then I'll cry.
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Jen POV
"Hey Jon, I was thinking. Why don't we have our wedding at the family cottage in Dallas?" I asked.
"What? Why?" he asked.
"Well, it's a place where you spent all of your summer holidays and I spent the winter holidays. It holds a lot of good memories. And we're planning something simple and small just for us, the families and a few friends," I replied.
"That's a great idea. I did think about it, but I didn't know if you would want to have it there," he said.
"Oh honey, just tell me if you have any ideas," I said.
Men, I thought, sometimes they think they can read our minds and make decisions themselves.
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Jace POV
She should be here soon, I thought, getting dressed. I decided to order pizza, nothing fancy to scare her away just yet. I needed to know what she thinks about the whole ordeal.
*Knock, knock*
Ah, my little vixen is here; time to face the music.
"Hey short stuff," I said, opening the door.
"Imagine if I was a guy, and you said "short stuff". It wouldn't end well," she said, walking in.
Her sense of humour was one of a kind, and it scared me that it could get her into trouble one day, but that was Clary. I couldn't help but laugh anyway.
I led her to the living room and we chatted about work for a while. She showed me some documents relating to the whole Verlac case. She really knew what she was doing, this was brilliant stuff. All we needed was one solid witness or evidence to put vermin behind bars, where he belonged.
What kept bothering me was that we were sitting really close to each other and I could smell her. She smelt like the lilies in my mum's garden at the family home. Hell, she even looked as beautiful as those flowers. Every time she moved to take some paper, her shoulder or leg would brush against mine, and it made me shiver inwardly. I'm falling for her, and I'm falling hard. I need to stop this. This isn't me. Jace is a player; always has been and always will be.
*Knock, knock*
Thank God, the pizza man is here. Well, I'm guessing that's who it is.
I nearly jumped and ran to the door to get away from the Goddess sitting next to me.
We finished eating, laughing and joking over simple things, reliving our lives as kids and such. I was surprised that she had 4 slices. I wasn't expecting that. I thought she'd a slice or 2 at the most, and settle for a salad or something. But she's just not that girl. It really beat me how she managed to stay that slim after eating so much. She's always been this way. She's perfect, or as close to perfect as you can get.
"Time to get down to business," I said, throwing away the empty box and pouring us some Pepsi. "Let's discuss why I asked you over."
"Well, sure.." she said uncertainly.
"I really need to know what you're thinking about this, Clary. Jen kept arguing with me about what was good for me, what just fit me, and what 'brought out the best in me', as she put it. But I need you to tell me, I need to hear it from your mouth," I said.
"Why is it so important that you need to hear it from me?" she asked, her eyebrows scrunched and looking a little confused. "I'm pretty sure you already know."
"Because Clare, your opinion is important. This whole thing is to do with you as well. You're the 50% and I'm the other 50%. Together, we make a 100%," I said. I realized how nerdy that sounded.
Picking up the 2 coats that I had neatly laid out on the sofa earlier, I asked, "so which one, Clare? Personally, I think the black will make my golden eyes pop, and it fits me perfectly. Not to mention that it will look good next to your green dress. The blue one fits me well and makes me look good too, but it's not that special. It does look good next to the green too. Which one do you think will suit me and make us look amazing together? You are the chief bridesmaid and I am the best man. We need to look the best, well, second best. I am going to be standing next to you, and we need to fit. So, which one?" I asked.
