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Oh Jace, will you ever learn?
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Jace sauntered into the kitchen later than usual, with Kaelie right behind him. Clary watched them with disgust clear on her face. Isabelle and Simon had come over again this morning, Clary didn't know why they were here every morning, she knew the Jace and Simon were partners but she had no idea why that meant that they had to be here.
"Good morning," Kaelie said in an overly cheery voice. "Did everyone sleep well? I know I did." Jace had come to sit across from Clary, a coffee cup in his hand and at Kaelie's statement he looked at Clary like he wished she had not heard that.
She wished she hadn't seen it.
"So, Clary how was your first day?" Isabelle asked, clearly wanting to change the subject. Clary stared at Jace a moment longer, letting her anger seep into her eyes, Jace looked at her confused until she turned away.
"Excellent, couldn't ask for a better first day." She said in a high pitched voice. Kaelie glared at her while Isabelle and Simon looked at her like she had lost her mind.
"Clary—" Jace began but Clary cut him off, ignoring him.
"Oh look at the time, I better start getting ready." She got off of her seat and stood, going to her room to prepare for the day.
She didn't know why she was so angry at Jace, he was doing what any straight man would do when presented with someone like Kaelie, who was all but willing to do anything, but she thought that maybe Jace was different, even after Isabelle's warnings, she thought that maybe, she had changed him, in the short time she was here perhaps she had brought the good out in him. He had saved her after all, he could have left her to die but he didn't, he took her in to his beautiful home and gave her a job, something she never thought would be possible, but he made it possible, this life was something she couldn't have even imagined and she felt as if she was taking it for granted.
No, she wasn't taking everything he had given her for granted, she was beyond thankful, beyond any kind of emotion.
If Clary was being honest with herself, she would see the truth, but the truth was not pleasant.
She had started to develop feelings for Jace and she thought that maybe, he would have feelings for her and then she would finally get her happy ending.
She knew this would never happen and she may aswell give up now. She was going to be as cold to Jace as he had been to her and then, maybe, he would let her out of his life and she could get over the stupid feelings she had.
At least, she thought with a smile, I am not in love with him
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Jace was having, possibly, the worst day imaginable.
First, Clary had been really cold to him this morning, he figured that she was still bitter over the way he had scolded her, but she had to learn, if she didn't listen, especially to a boss, she would get eaten alive in the working world. Jace was just trying to teach her, that and the vase that was smashed cost him a lot of money.
Not that he would have cared if Clary herself had smashed it, she had no training he expected her to do something wrong. Jace was thinking of that when he realised that Clary had done her job completely right, she had actually done everything he asked—except for that one mishap—and she was determined. Jace pondered this thinking that maybe he had made a wrong decision in hiring Clary.
Maybe, she wasn't cut out for being a housekeeper at all, maybe, just maybe, she needed to start smaller.
"My. Wayland?" A voice came through his intercom.
"Yes Aline?" Aline was his head receptionist, she handled all of his most important tasks and gave him and Kaelie there work schedules.
"Mr Bane, Lightwood and Lewis are here to see you."
"Send them all in."
Jace muted the intercom speaker as the three men walked into his office, shutting the doors behind them and closing the blinds.
"What's this about?" Jace asked impatiently, leaning back on his chair his feet on his desk, picking some lint from his suit.
"Well we need to talk about the Morgenstern Corporation." Alec Lightwood muttered, his black hair falling into his eyes, shaking it away and patting it flat. His blue eyes looked wary as he watched Jace.
"What about it?" Jace was bored, he could not count the number of times that Valentine Morgenstern had tried to overtake his father in popularity but he had never one, now that Jace was in charge he thought he had a much better chance. Jace was young, younger than most CEO's but Valentine also had a son, the same age as Jace, and was using him to do his dirty work.
"Well as you know, for years they have tried to overtake you, bringing out new and improved policies, trying to rival ours and they have never succeeded but they are bringing out new ways of trying and the ramifications that this new policy of theirs could have on the company could be exceedingly severe—" Alec was cut off by Magnus, who yawned dramatically while expecting his nails.
"Really darling must we bore him with facts he is aware of, I came here for the juicy stuff." Magnus's grin made Jace uneasy.
"What juicy stuff?" He asked cautiously.
"This new girl you have living with you, I didn't believe Simon or Isabelle when they told me, so you have to tell me. Who is she?" Jace was astonished; they had come here to talk about Clary?
"Why does everyone think that I have nothing better to do with my time than to talk about Clary?" He shook his head. He had a job to do and it was not going to get done if he just sat around talking about girls.
"Clary, cute name, is she pretty? Well of course she is you picked her up didn't you?" Magnus was babbling but Jace had tuned out.
Why was everyone so interested in why he had helped Clary? Would they have just left her there? Jace may be an asshole at times but he would not leave someone who was clearly dying in the streets, he wouldn't have been able to walk past them, although he had walked past homeless people before and not taken a second glance, but Clary was different. She was young and weak and he had the needless sense that he had to protect her, though he didn't know why he had seen that she could protect herself. Still, he felt as though she was his responsibility until she got on her own two feet, he would not let her leave and go back to the streets, he would sooner buy her a place of her own before that happened.
Maybe I should buy her an apartment...
"Jace, are you even listening?" Alec broke through his thoughts with a scowl.
"What?" Jace asked confused. Alec had been talking?
"Clearly he was lost in thought over this mysterious Clary."
"Magnus, will you put a sock in it!" Simon yelled. "You don't know Clary and you don't know what she is like so just leave it." Simon seethed and the three other men looked at him astonished.
"Did he just yell at me?" Magnus asked of no one. "I think he did. Are you not engaged Simon? Shouldn't you be defending your fiancé and not this other girl or have you fallen under her spell like Jace clearly has?"
Simon and Magnus began arguing while Alec shook his head and Jace thought.
Was he gaining feelings for Clary? No, it wasn't possible, he was Jace Wayland he didn't feel like that, not towards girls, he was too young to fall in love, wasn't he?
"I'm going out." Jace was ignored as he grabbed his jacket from its hook and stepped out of his office, telling Aline to hold his calls and pass them through to Kaelie.
He needed air, he needed to think and he needed to rethink his decision of letting Clary into his life.
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Clary hadn't spoken to Jace in over a week, not since she saw that incident with Kaelie. She had no idea why she was so angry at him for that but she didn't bother to linger on it, she was angry at him and not talking to him and she preferred it that way.
This way she didn't have to acknowledge him and confess why she was so angry.
So she thought.
Clary was sitting in her room, idly sketching in a little notebook she used for work when her door banged open and closed and was locked.
"What the—" Clary sucked in a sharp breath as she saw who had barged in.
It was Jace.
Suddenly, Clary became very conscious of what she was wearing, her sleep shorts and camisole did not cover her up enough and the camisole did not go past her waist.
"Jace, what are you doing here?" She had forgotten to be angry with him and he seemed stunned until he regained his composure.
"I came to get your evaluation for the week." Jace said calmly and Clary saw a muscle at his jaw jump, he was lying, because she had already given him the evaluation.
"No you didn't." She stated boldly, whatever he had come here for he could tell her straight.
"No, I didn't." He agreed. "I came here to talk to you about you attitude."
Clary looked shocked at that statement. Her attitude? Was he serious?
"Attitude, I am afraid I don't recall an attitude, sir." She said the last word mockingly and then it occurred to her that she did have an attitude.
"Clarissa, I am your employer, if you do not wish to respect me then I will cast you out." He was serious, she could tell, Clary was always good at reading people and their moods, that was when she knew who to ask money from and who to let alone.
"Then do it, I would rather be back out there than under a roof where every bed has a notch taken!" That wasn't all true, she wanted to stay here, she truly loved it there, but she did not want to hear Jace's escapades with other women.
"What are you talking about?"
"You and your ability to be a promiscuous ass!" She huffed.
"So, I am not allowed to have sex in my own home?" He seemed outraged.
Clary sat heavily on the bed, her head in her hands, her breathing deep and shallow. Jace came over after a few beats and placed a comforting hand on her back.
"Clary, what is bothering you?" He asked his tone soft.
Clary breathed out once more and then deigned to tell him. "I saw you, that night, in your room. I was having trouble sleeping and I came to you, to see if you could help me sleep—I don't know how, maybe you had a book or something, anyway, I came to your room and I heard...giggling, I thought something may have been wrong for I am sure you don't giggle and so I opened the door and there you were, with her and you were...well, you know what you were doing." She looked up into his eyes; he was staring straight at her, regret in his golden eyes.
"Clary—" He began, but she cut him off, standing in front of him.
"Look, it doesn't matter, you are free to do as you wish, I guess I was just...shocked? Isabelle had told me of your womanising but I had yet to witness it so I didn't believe it, I don't know why I reacted like I did, maybe it was because we had had a fight and I came to you to see you busy with someone else, I suppose I had the assumption that you always had time for me. Look, don't worry about it, I'm fine." She tried to smile, but it was half hearted at best.
Jace stood and hugged her to him, it was strange, Clary thought, they barely knew one another and yet they knew so much.
"I'm sorry you had to see that, but, well, I am a man and I am still young. What Isabelle told you is more than likely all true; I just want to have fun while I can." Clary stepped out of his embrace and he did not question her, but something he said struck home.
He wanted to have fun, so to him women were playthings to be used and then tossed aside; he was committed to no one. No wonder Isabelle had warned her to not fall for him, she was right, if Clary had fallen for him, her heart would be smashed like so many others.
"Clary, are you sure you are alright?" He asked and she nodded and indicated the bed.
"Just tired." Jace nodded and walked over to the door, unlocking it and opening it.
"You know, if you ever do need my help, for sleep or anything else, knocking goes a long way." He grinned.
"I'll keep that in mind. Good night Jace."
"Good night Clary."
He closed the door and Clary looked around her room, to distract her from thoughts of Jace.
He was no good for her and that was that.
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