Oliver Paige

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DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING
~four months later~
FAITH POV
It's been four months since the shooting, everything was cleared up, they didn't find Holly's killer. I've been going to therapy, and I've been getting tutored, not that I needed it. I think the best thing that has happened to me, is my parents announcing that they're dating, my life was getting back together. But the past kept haunting Me, I stopped having nightmares, but I was always thinking about Jax and Charity. Jace took us in on February, so now, it's July. I was at the pool we had, I stared at the pool, it was a beautiful pool with two floors, the bottom one was ice cold, with the hot tub on top, pouring the hot water into the cold one, making it room temperature, I stared at the hot water fall.

 I was at the pool we had, I stared at the pool, it was a beautiful pool with two floors, the bottom one was ice cold, with the hot tub on top, pouring the hot water into the cold one, making it room temperature, I stared at the hot water fall

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I was sitting in a beach seat as I stared at it. I had put on sunblock and was now sitting under the sun. I had a two piece swimsuit with a peach bottom and a flower top.

 I had a two piece swimsuit with a peach bottom and a flower top

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I kept staring at the clear water. It was beautiful. Then, all of a sudden someone speaks. "Would you like something to drink?" I look up and see Griselda. Griselda is one of the maids here, she's the meanest out of all of them. I smile at her lightly. Strawberry Lemonade would be nice," I whisper. Griselda isn't mean to me, but she's mean to the maids. Griselda walks back into the house.
"Go! HURRY UP!" I hear Griselda yell. Guilt makes my heart sink, of course Griselda makes someone else get the stupid drink, I should've just gotten it myself. I then hear someone walk up to me. I ignore it because I don't want to see the terrified eyes of whichever maid Griselda scared.
"Here's your lemonade," A voice says. The voice was high pitched, like a child, but too low for it to be a girl. I look up and see a boy.

   He had a Jurassic Park t-shirt with black cargo shorts

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He had a Jurassic Park t-shirt with black cargo shorts. He had blue eyes that looked like the pools water. He had light brown hair that was roughly brushed. "Who are you?" I ask curiously. He tenses up.
     "I'm sorry I took so long, just...please don't complain to Griselda," The boy begs. My eyebrows go up.
     "I asked for the lemonade two minutes ago," I say, trying to tell him that he didn't take long.
      "I know, I tried to be faster, but, I can barley reach the covert, and the cups are in the last shelf," the boy responds. "Just please don't report me to Griselda. I sigh and grab the lemonade, leaning into the seat as I look at the boy's beautiful eyes.
       "What's your name?" I ask. The boy gulps, not relieving his tension.
       "Oliver Paige," he says.
"Ok, Oliver...you're in Griselda's service, right?" I ask. Oliver nods, stiffly. "You're off her service," I say.
       "What?" He asks.
       "I want you to work in my service....with Rosemary..."
        "You're Ja-Mr.Herondale's daughter, do you even have the power to move service's around?" Oliver asks. I sip my strawberry lemonade as I look up at Oliver.
       "If my dad has an issue with it he can talk to me," I say with a simple shrug. I put on my towel, not feeling like swimming anymore. I look up at Oliver. "You can leave now, go do whatever it is you have to do," i tell Oliver. Oliver nods and walks inside. I sigh and stare at the crystal water. Whatever. I take off the towel and jump into the water, managing to not get my hair wet, it was in a bun, showcasing my hidden brown hair. I take off the rubber band from my hair, letting it down. I hold my breath and go under the surface.

OLIVER POV
    I go up to Griselda. "What did she say?!" She asks. "If she complains I will make sure you get punished Oliver!"
     "Sh-sh-she t-took me off your ser-service," I stuttered.
       "LIAR!" She says. Sh grabs my arms and drags me into the office where Jace was. She was with Faith's mom, they were talking and smiling at each other.

CLARY POV
    "Ok, what about London?" Jace asks. I look at the charts and sigh.
      "We have five hotels in London, all are five stars, and they're all getting 10,000,000 a month, except one of the hotels, it's getting only 9,000,000 a month," I say
       "That's not good, when was the last time it was renovated?"
        "Uh, well, it never was renovated,"
      "Make plans for renovation," Jace says. I nod and put renovations on the nine million hotel. Jace grabs my waist and pulls me closer to him.
         "That's it right? No more hotels?" Jace asks. I grin at him, biting my lip.
         "Well, we went through LA, Washington DC, New York, Mexico City, Toronto, Tokyo, San fransisco, Beijing, Shanghai, Hong Kong, Paris, Amsterdam, Rome, Prague, Rio De Janiro, Venice, Vancouver,Florence and Cancun...yup, we have all of them," I say with a smile. Jace smiles back.
"That's good," Jace says as he stares at my lips. I giggle as I look at Jace. Then, all of a sudden the door opens, showing Griselda and a little boy. Griselda shoves the boy in front of us.
"This boy said that your daughter put him on Rosemary's service!" Griselda says.
"Ok, so?" Jace asks.
"So? He's a liar! Your daughter doesn't have that type of power!" Griselda complains.
"Rosemary's service takes care of Faith....so Faith does have control over who is on Rosemary's service,"
"But He is lying!" Griselda urges.
"How do you know he's lying? Go talk to Faith, not me, she has 90% control of her service," Jace says. Griselda then grabs the boy and leaves.
"Why do you have children working for you?" I ask remembering the little girl.
"I only have Clara and Oliver...Oliver was left on my doorstep, and Clara's mother was a maid here, but she died, I couldn't throw them into the foster home. I wanted to take them in, but they didn't want to, they just told me to accumulate their work and then pay them when they turn eighteen..." Jace explains. I nod slowly.

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