*All the characters from The Mortal Instruments belong to Cassandra Clare and her incredible mind. Nothing will ever be owned by the author of this story. ;)*

Musical Preference:

Typical- Mute Math

It's About Time- Barcelona

Something Good Can Work- Two Door Cinema Club

:D Have at it, guys!

Chapter Six

"My man! Wayland!" Jace gave a tight-lipped smile as the door opened.

"Verlac," he commented with neutral tone as he stood from his desk to greet his visitor. Jace moved around his desk with a hand outstretched. Sebastian took it firmly, and Jace couldn't help but squeeze his hand more than normal. Call it man dominance or any shit like that.

Sebastian smirked as he plopped down on the chair across Jace's desk. "I just saw the new recruit. How long has that beauty been here, huh?" He wriggled his eyebrows suggestively.

Jace fought the grimace. "Four days," he responded, his words clipped. The faster Jace answered his questions the sooner he would be gone from his office. Sebastian whistled a low tune before sitting up, his smirk becoming more pronounced.

"How many times have you banged her already?" he asked him with a raised eyebrow. Jace couldn't fight the glare.

"Incredibly, none." Both of their heads turned to see Camille entering the room with her eyes on her tablet. Jace let out a breath and sat back with a smile as she closed the door. Camille stopped a few feet away from them, tapped on her tablet once more, and finally looked up at Sebastian with a glare. "Not that it's any of your business, of course."

Sebastian stood up with a grin and approached Camille with a bounce on his step. "Camille! My sweetheart! Life's sorrowful without you by my side!" He made to hug Camille but stopped when she growled.

"Touch me and I'll have to refrain from being cordial," she hissed at him. Jace couldn't help but grin as she side stepped him and took her seat. Of course, not before she moved it away from Sebastian's chair.

"Haven't changed your mind, Bel?" he asked her with a twitch of his lips as he sat back down on his chair.

"Oh, dear! Would it bother you to take another breath to finish my name? It's Belcourt, Verlac. Belcourt." Sebastian rolled his eyes. "And the answer will always be no. I'm not interested in assholes. I have Jace for that," she finished. Sebastian's eyes twinkled.

"So," he began turning his head to Jace, "you finally bedded her, huh?" A growl was heard and Jace was out of his seat restraining Camille from Sebastian before she could land a punch on his face. It literally hurt Jace to not let her punch the living shit out of him.

"Sebastian," Jace hissed with a glare. "This is my office and I will not tolerate that kind of behavior in here. My building, my rules. Now you will respect my workers and they will do the same. I would like for you to apologize to Camille." Sebastian grimaced and stood up with a glare of his own. Camille struggled against Jace's grip on her.

"Do you know who I—" he began but Jace cut him with a roll of his eyes.

"Yes, I know who you are. And how long have you had that title of CEO? Less than three months. I've had it for two years and a half. You should learn how to conduct yourself in these meetings. Apologize." Sebastian rolled his eyes but did what was asked and sat down again. Camille huffed and stopped struggling. Jace grabbed her chair and moved it to the other side of the desk. Camille glared at him before sitting.

"What is this? Detention?" she hissed at him in a whisper. Jace chuckled.

"No. It's so that I can prevent you from launching yourself at him." He raised an eyebrow at her as she rolled her eyes. She tapped on her tablet before nodding at Jace. He turned back to a scowling Sebastian. "The point in this meeting, Verlac, is to work on the project that Tyson had in store. He wa—"

"Yeah, yeah," interrupted Sebastian with a wave of his hand, "the new operating program for schools." Jace refrained from narrowing his eyes. He was going to remain the adult here no matter what.

"Yes. Our engineers will get together as soon as possible and begin building it. We need it done before the next school year starts." Sebastian frowned and sat up.

"That's less than six months, Wayland. You think they'll have it done?" Jace almost sighed in relief at his true involvement in the project. He would have never accepted this merge if he'd knew Sebastian would take the chair.

"Well," Jace sat back, "they have templates and Camille has the specifications that were set a few months ago when this was first brought up. If we have this done in two or three months, we will have sufficient time to test it and make changes if needed."

"Okay, but one of the major problems is the system going down. These programs are divided in states. This one will be for all fifty states. How will it be ensured that that won't happen if it's fifty times the load going in one program?"

Camille smirked and handed Sebastian a folder. "We're dividing the facilities in regions. Same program." Sebastian's eyes widened as he looked at the stats. He let out a low whistle.

"Tyson's has an empty floor. Would that be enough to get them started?" Sebastian asked still looking over the papers. Jace looked over at Camille as she nodded and began tapping on her tablet once again.

"I believe it would," said Jace with a sigh. "Can you get your men there on Monday? Mine will be there and we'll have a meeting." Sebastian nodded and stood up.

"Time?" he asked, finally taking his eyes off the folder. Jace stood up as well.

"Ten thirty." Jace walked around the table and followed Sebastian out the door.

Sebastian turned around before leaving and saluted Camille with a smirk before offering his hand to Jace. He took it with a smirk of his own.

"There will be muffins waiting!" Sebastian exclaimed and walked out the door. Jace closed it and looked over at Camille annoyed. She had the same expression.

Camille walked towards Jace and opened the door to exit herself. She sighed. "He's tolerable once he gets to business. I'll just be fifteen minutes late to every meeting you have with him from now on," she told him, resigned.

Jace chuckled. "I won't be able to excuse you." Camille glared at him and walked out the door. She turned right before going into her office and scowled.

"You now that I do not like muffins," she said, leaving Jace laughing behind.

w.^.w

"Ms. Lightwood," she called out with a roll of her eyes. Isabelle smiled and stood up from her chair and approached her.

"Ms. Fray," she greeted with a hand shake before entering the classroom. Clary closed the door behind her. She waited until she was a few feet from the door before turning on Isabelle.

"Izzy, now you're crashing my conferences?" Clary asked her with a scowl. "You have thirty minutes and that's only because you actually wrote your name down on the log." She sat down and gave Isabelle a fake smile.

Isabelle rolled her eyes. "Clary, I haven't been able to talk to you all week! 'I'm grading', 'I'm in tutoring', 'I'm eating'," she tried mimicking Clary's voice. Clary was almost certain that was not how her voice sounded. "What can a friend do?"

"Wait until the weekend?" supplied Clary with wide eyes. "But, whatever. You're already here. What do you want?" Isabelle grinned at Clary.

"I want to know what happened on Sunday!" she exclaimed with dancing eyes. Clary almost groaned.

"What makes you think I actually went?" she asked quietly.

Isabelle rolled her eyes. "I talked to your mom." Clary sighed.

"Okay, well, nothing. They picked me up, we went, looked at some beautiful artifacts, then they took me home," she said in a rushed sentence. Isabelle cocked her head to the side.

"What did he do?" Clary frowned. Give it to Isabelle to know something happened.

"He was an asshole." She crossed her arms over her chest and sat back on her chair. Her eyes widened while Isabelle laughed.

"Tell me something that isn't new!" she said trying to cover her giggles. Clary narrowed her eyes.

"Fine. I kissed him," she said. She could remember his soft lips hard against hers. His hands over her, grabbing, stroking. Just remembering brought shivers and goose bumps out of her. Isabelle's eyes bugged out. "Happy?"

Isabelle snorted and nodded. "Fuck yeah," she said.

"Izzy, language, please. We're on school grounds." Clary's cheeks flushed as she took a sip of her water. Isabelle rolled her eyes and sat up.

"Yeah, yeah. Sorry. Okay, but what? You kissed him! You're telling me you don't like him and then you're kissing him?" Isabelle fanned her cheeks dramatically. Clary scowled.

"Izzy, shh! Be quiet! And why? I . . . Okay, I really don't know. He pulled out the jealous card on me and—" Isabelle almost squealed.

"He was jealous? What were you doing? Better yet, what the hell were you wearing?" Clary rolled her eyes at Isabelle's questions.

"I was wearing that green dress you gave me for my birthday last year and an ivory blazer," she said in a hushed voice. Isabelle grinned.

"The super tight one?" She wriggled her eyebrows suggestively. "Please tell me you wore fuck-me heels!" Isabelle apologized after Clary's severe look.

"Yeah, that one, and . . ." Clary sighed. "Yes." Isabelle jumped in her seat.

"Clary! You so wanted to provoke him!" Clary shrugged.

"It was the last thing I could do since he practically called me stupid," she growled. Isabelle frowned.

"When did he do that?" she asked, crossing her legs.

"I was a little late and hadn't changed and he just asked if I had forgotten and called me dense, or something like that." Clary glared. Isabelle snorted with a scowl.

"Huh, he was being an asshole. Why'd you kiss him, then?" Clary shrugged in response.

"I don't know . . . To get my point across?" she asked with uncertain eyes.

"And that was?" asked Isabelle with an arched eyebrow.

"That he doesn't have a chance being the egotistical asshole he is," replied Clary with a nod. Isabelle smirked.

"Language," she scolded playfully. Clary grinned. "You showed him what he was missing?" Clary chuckled and nodded. Isabelle high-fived Clary with a laugh. "I've taught you well, haven't I?"

"Whatever, Izzy. He called yesterday," she informed Isabelle who was looking very satisfied.

"Did he cry for you? Did he tell you that you were right and he was wrong?" Clary began laughing at Isabelle's theatrics.

"I didn't answer," she told her with a smile. "You aren't the only one that isn't getting an answer from me. I have not been able to talk to anyone at all. The call hit voicemail. I barely saw it this morning." Isabelle frowned.

"Okay. You think he'd call again?" she asked standing up. Clary stood up as well shaking her head.

"Does it really matter?" she asked with a frown.

Isabelle shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe you should give him a chance. Make him prove himself to you. He fucks up and he's out!" Clary laughed, not caring anymore about language quite that much.

"I'll think about it," Clary told her with a grin.

"That's my girl!" Isabelle went around and hugged her. "I have lunch with Simon in a few. Don't be a bitch and call me, yeah?"

Clary rolled her eyes and nodded. "Of course. Say hi to Simon for me." Isabelle walked towards the door.

"Oh, I will!" Isabelle said over her shoulder. "You go kick ass!" she exclaimed with a smirk.

Clary shook her head and sat back down on her desk. Looking at the log, she could see that she only had one meeting left, and it was in half an hour. The smell of popcorn that had been made for selling was still heavy in the air.

Grabbing her bag, she made her way towards the front office and bought a bag of popcorn and a soda. She went inside an empty office and sat, waiting for The Man to make his appearance.

A few minutes later, Clary heard laughter just outside the office. She turned her head and soon gray eyes were leveled with hers.

"Clarissa!" he opened his arms to her in invitation and she stepped into them with a small smile.

"How are you, James?" she asked him as she plopped down on her seat again. He rolled his eyes.

"Just fine, Clary. You?" he asked as he took his seat behind his big desk.

"I'm doing great, Jem." She grinned at him. "Almost done." He raised an eyebrow with a smirk.

"Almost? What the heck are you doing in here, then?" Clary shrugged and popped popcorn into her mouth.

"My next meeting is in twenty minutes. I thought I'd let out some steam with popcorn in your office." He held out his hand for the bag and she passed it to him with a smirk.

"I'm glad you did. I've been smelling this all afternoon." Clary laughed as he moaned over the popcorn.

"Why didn't you go get some?" she asked him as he passed the bag back to her.

"I left my change purse at home, sweetheart." He grinned at him words before putting his feet up on the table and leaning back on his chair.

Clary laughed. "You're the principal, Jem. Can't you just go and get it without even asking for permission?" Jem raised an eyebrow at her.

"Ms. Fray, are you telling me that you are okay with stealing? If that's the case, I believe I need to have a talk with you about morals," he said in his you're-in-trouble voice. Clary rolled her eyes at him and threw popcorn at him. "That's it, Ms. Fray! You're fired!"

Clary began laughing and Jem wasn't able to take his serious act for long. She threw the bag at him and moved out the door. "Have them, sir. I need to go do my job."

"You do that, Clary," he called back at her. He walked back towards her room. She could see few people sitting outside her room in chairs. She frowned but walked faster. She could make out three people. A woman and two men. The couple stood up as soon as they saw her, hiding the other man from her view.

"Ms. Fray!" Mrs. Wilson exclaimed with a pleasant smile as she shook her hand.

"Mr. and Mrs. Wilson, I'm sorry I'm late. I was just taking a quick break," she apologized as she shook her head.

"Don't worry, dear. We just got here." Her husband smiled and nodded in agreement.

Clary smiled back. "Well, then. Let's get started." She opened the door and they went in, finally letting her see the other man sitting down. She did a double take and grimaced. He looked up with a grin. She let out a breath and looked back at the couple inside her room.

"Mr. and Mrs. Wilson, take a seat. I won't take long." They nodded with smiles and turned around. She, then, turned around with a scowl on her face as he stood up. She shook her head as her brain began highlighting how attractive he was looking.

"My Clary! How have you been, darling?" he asked and tried to kiss Clary's cheek but she moved away from him, her grimace widening.

"What are you doing here, Mr. Verlac?" she asked him all-business. His dark eyebrow rose as a smirk appeared on his lips.

"Why, I'm here to see you! I miss you so much and you know how much I love—" he was interrupted by Clary's harsh laugh.

"Don't even go there, Sebastian," she growled at him. "I would suggest you leave and let me do my job." He shook his head with that smirk still in place.

"I'll wait until you're done. I want to take my girl out to eat!" he exclaimed. Clary couldn't help the dry chuckle that escaped her.

"No, you're leaving now. It's been two months, Sebastian, and I would never take you back after what you did." She paused and leveled a glare at him. "And I am not your girl."

"Well, of course you are!" he exclaimed outraged. "You are min—" he was interrupted again by Clary's phone ringing. She took it out and flipped it open without looking to see who it was.

"Hello?" she said into the phone. Sebastian was looking at her with narrowed eyes. His hands were closing and opening. Clary was happy that she was able to annoy him.

"Clary?" She froze and opened her mouth to say something but she didn't know what to say. "Hello? Are you there? Shit, are we really playing this game?"

She shook her head and answered. "I'm here, sorry. It's me." She could hear Jace sigh into the phone. Out of relief? She wouldn't know. Sebastian was looking at her with confused eyes.

"Look, I've been thinking about how I behaved myself on Sunday, and I was an asshole. I would like to make it up to you. Will you let me take you for dinner tonight?" He sounded so sincere that it made Clary smile.

Suddenly, the light bulb turned on.

She grinned. "I'd love dinner with you tonight," she said in her most flirtatious voice. Sebastian's eyes blazed. "I'm certain you can make up for the mess you did on Sunday."

Jace chuckled into the phone. "That's all I wanted. What do you say, seven? I'll pick you up." Clary grinned.

"Seven sounds great. Should I dress fancy?" she asked coyly into the phone. Sebastian was fuming which made her want to dance and celebrate.

"No, casual is perfect," he said and Clary could almost hear his smirk.

"Okay, then. I'll see you later," she said.

Jace chuckled. "I'll see you. Have a good day, Clary."

"You too," she said and hung up. Sebastian's face was flushed in anger. Clary smirked.

"Who was that?" he asked.

"That," she told him, "was my boyfriend. Now, I'm sorry I can't stay and talk but I have a job to attend." Without waiting for an answer, she strolled into her room closing the door behind her.

"I'm sorry about that. We can get started now," she told the couple, watching through the window as Sebastian run his hand through his hair before walking away. She smirked as she looked for the report card of the Wilson's son. She passed it to them and caught Mrs. Wilson's eye.

She was smirking at her and Clary realized that they may have heard everything. She grinned at Mrs. Wilson and began the meeting. Hopefully, Sebastian Verlac was positively out of her life.

And Jace Wayland may have just gotten the in.

:D

I'm sorry about the long wait for this. Three months! *facepalm* I feel horrible.

Well, you saw Sebastian here. And Jem! My sweet adorable Jem! ;) This chapter was not going to end this way, but, like Clary, the light bulb went on and BAM! this happened! Three-day weekends are amazing!

Okay, so, I wanna thank SportyNo1 for being my favorite British person! camibandlover for being a beotsh and leaving me without gossip until this way out ;), and 07XReflectional who is just plain awesomesauce! I'll go ahead and say this chapter was for BlondeHairBlueEyes14, whose birthday is on Wednesday! Happy early Birthday! ;)

Okay, well, with RS out of the way, I hope I can update this more often! But, well, school is kicking my ass so, we'll see. xD I don't promise anything.

So, you should...

Review? :D