Author's note:

Hello there, well I found my plan for this! It turns out I skipped a whole chapter, but never fear I will make up for it, so it is Clary's first day what will happen? There will be twenty eight chapters and an epilogue, I have another TMI idea but I don't want to start it until this fic and my other one are near completion, but tell me what you think my next fic should be on my poll on my profile

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"Joanne!" Clary yelled, calling on the head maid. It was her first day as head housekeeper and she was halfway through her day, nothing eventful had really happened so far, until now.

"Yes miss?" came a feeble voice at her side, Clary turned and stared at the woman pointing at the dust pile that had been swept under the Persian rug in the sitting room.

"What is this?" She demanded, Clary felt bad ordering people around like this but Isabelle and Jace had both told her to be firm or she would be walked all over, she wished one of them was here now so that she didn't feel so alone, she had no real idea what she was doing all Jace had said was she was in charge of the staff and got an attractive pay, she had no bank account so she had no idea where she was going to put this money, she had decided to save until she could afford to rent an apartment and hopefully still work for Jace here.

The girl visibly shook. "Ummm I don't—I mean I know what it is but I don't know why it is there." She answered her head low Clary had to restrain herself from comforting the girl.

"Well, make sure it is dealt with." She walked off and felt guilty about what she had just done but Jace's voice spoke in her mind, a whisper of a memory.

"Clary, be firm, you don't want to be walked all over."

"What if I can't, I mean, I don't think I would be good at bossing people around." She said, anxiety creeping into her voice.

"Clary," he took her hand and looked into her eyes. "You'll do fine."

She took a deep calming breath and continued into the kitchen, looking for anything out of place, there was nothing it was spick and span she grinned and marked it off on her sheet, Jace did this as a trial so that he could see what she had written in her notes and tell her if she was doing good or bad.

She hoped she was doing well.

Clary was enjoying her day, nothing had gone wrong.

Smash

She had spoken to soon. She raced into the parlour where a very nervous young maid was staring at a pile of broken crystal at her feet.

"I am so sorry Miss, I didn't mean too, I was just moving it to dust and...And..." She started crying, was Clary really being that hard on them?

"It's fine, it was an accident don't worry about it, just clean it up I'll let Mr Wayland know." She smiled kindly at the young girl and she seemed to lose some tension. Clary made her way into a private room, it looked like an office, and used the phone, she looked down at it and saw that 'The office' was in the speed dial. She hit the number and waited.

One...two...three...four...five...

"Good afternoon Wayland Corporation this is Aline speaking."

Clary paused, for some reason she had expected Jace to answer.

"Hi, this is Clary Fray I am calling for Jace Wayland?" It sounded like a question.

"What is this regarding?"

"His home."

"One moment please."

One...Two...Three...Four...Five...Six...Seven...Eight...

"Clary?" Jace's voice came through the receiver and she felt relieved.

"Oh thank god I got you, sorry for calling but I need some help."

"Clary I am quite busy can this wait until I get home?"

"Someone smashed something." She said it in a rush.

"What did they smash?" His voice was controlled.

"A vase, a crystal vase out in the parlour." Jace groaned.

"Fire them." He said.

"What? No!"

"Clary I gave you on order, do it." He didn't say it meanly but there was an undertone of authority that she didn't like.

"I am not firing someone over a broken vase, that's preposterous!" She said defensively.

He sighed and it sounded irritated.

"Fine, we will talk about this when I get home, as soon as I get home, got it?"

"Yes sir!" She said sarcastically. He hung up.

Clary was not looking forward to five o'clock.

Clary waited in the living room, gripping her glass of water tightly, Jace would be home soon and he would be furious. She heard the door bang open and closed and knew it was here.

"Clarissa, kitchen now!" He boomed and she got up, not wanting to fight.

She walked into the kitchen and was brought up short; a beautiful blonde haired blue eyes slender girl was there, smirking at her.

Bitch, she thought and smirked back.

Jace indicated the seat across from him.

"I am not happy and do you know why Clarissa?" She wished he would stop calling her that, she hated it.

"Because someone broke your vase."

"Very good, also you called me at work to tell me this and then refused a direct order from me. I am starting to think you are not cut out for the workforce." Clary stood.

"Then fire me, I would rather not have a job if I had to become as cold and heartless as you!" Jace blinked, no one had ever spoken to him like this before.

"I am not going to fire you, what I am going to do is give you one more chance, tomorrow, you will fire the culprit, am I clear?" Clary scoffed at him and his eyes narrowed.

"No, I will not, it was an accident."

"That is not the point!" He yelled, banging his fist on the table.

"Then what is! What if it had been me to smash the vase, what would you do then?"

"Forgive you of course, you are untrained but this other person isn't they know what they are doing and still—"

"I broke it; I take full responsibility for it." She spoke calmly but she was trembling.

Jace looked gobsmacked, the girl was wide eyed and Clary was smug.

"If that is all I think I will continue with my reading." Clary got up and left the kitchen, hearing the door open again, she bumped into Simon.

"Sorry," he muttered. "Didn't see you." He looked awkward.

"You heard that didn't you?"

"Every syllable. What you did was very brave." She smiled.

"Thanks."

"Clarissa!" Jace yelled again, Simon looked at her kindly and followed her to the kitchen.

"Yes master?" She asked mockingly.

"This is my Personal Assistant Kaelie; she will be staying with us tonight, so to it that a bed is made up." Kaelie looked smug.

"Right away,"

Clary walked up the stairs and didn't bother looking for a spare room, she went straight to hers, locking the door, hoping not to be disturbed as she regretted ever agreeing to staying here.

How can he be so cold?

Author's note:

Yeah, that was a tad mean wasn't it?

Next chapter title: Awkward Positions.

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