Clary POV

Life for the past couple of years has been intense. I'm 25, and the CEO of Fray Co., a world renowned modeling agency. I started the company in my sophomore year of college, and with the support of my family and friends, I became a millionaire at the age of 22. That was three years ago, though, and Fray Co. has only grown since.

We provide models and conduct photo shoots for companies so that they don't have the hassle of doing it themselves. Fray Co. is an international business, and we have clients from all over the world, so my life is always busy.

My life is so busy, that if I didn't have my friends, I don't know what I would do. Izzy has been my best friend for 10 years now, and she's helped me run Fray Co. from the shadows. I have no idea what I would do without her, and I love her so much that I still live with her in our two bedroom apartment from college, I couldn't bear to move away.

Simon has also been a huge help. Whenever Izzy was overwhelmed by anything, Simon was there to back me up, and help Izzy calm down. The three of us balance each other out perfectly.

Fast forward to today. I woke up, got dressed in my casual suit, and walked to Java Jones for some soothing black coffee. Although I may be a millionaire, I don't have to act snobbish.

I hailed a cab, and checked my emails on the way to Fray Co. building. It was the usual: we were doing well, we had an increase in clients from the last quarter of the year, and we just needed to keep up the good work.

Maia, my personal assistant, was right at the door for me when I got off of the cab, giving me my usual update on what was going on in the company. I wasn't tall, but I walked fast, and she had to practically jog next to me as I walked to my office.

"So your schedule for today...at 9:00 you've got a meeting with Abercrombie, they want new model photos for their new clothing line. Next up is UniQlo at 10:30, they want more photos, but with a different style, of their previous clothing line. After that, you have an interview with Forbes, at 11:15, they want to know your "secret for success" at such a young age, then at 12:45, you've got a check-in meeting with your photographers, remember to ask what they think the company could improve on, like better cameras, etc.. Then at 1:30, you have your last meeting for the day, which is with H&M." Maia was nearly panting by the time we had reached my office.

I gave her a smile, and a hug, and asked her to sit down. "Thank you, Maia. I never have time to say how much I appreciate you being here for me. I know being my assistant is not fun or an easy job, so thank you for doing it."

Maia smiled, but winced slightly. "Actually, Ms. Fray, -"

"No, it's Clary to you."

"Right. Actually, Clary, I'm four months pregnant."

I squealed in excitement. I knew her marriage was a happy one, and I was so excited for her to start her own family. "Maia, congratulations! I can't believe you didn't tell me before!"

"I'm sorry Clary. But my doctor said that the stress I was going through in this job may be bad for the baby, so I was wondering if I could get my pregnancy leave early. I understand if you can't give me my leave early, but then I'll have to quit my job. Jordan never wanted me to have such a stressful job in the first place, and now with the baby…." Maia looked down sadly.

I was shocked. I supposed that while what she said made sense, it was upsetting. Maia had been with me since we first started hiring, and it would hurt to see her go.

"Maia, I understand. I'll give you your early pregnancy leave, and a longer maternity leave, I really can't thank you for everything you've done for me." I replied sadly. "But you have to promise me, that you'll come back afterwards?"

Maia burst out crying. I jerked back in my seat. "I'm so sorry, Maia, did I say something?"

Maia grinned through her tears, wiping them off her cheeks. "Sorry, it's just these damn hormones. And of course I'll come back, Clary. If it wasn't for the doctor, I would have kept my job until delivery day."

"Also, Clary, I've already found a really good replacement for me. He went to Yale and he should be able to handle the job pretty well. He starts today, so I was hoping you would be willing to show him around?"

"Of course, Maia. I'd be happy to. It shouldn't be too hard, right? You go on home, now, and have fun! Send me pictures! I'll miss you!" I got up and hugged Maia, realizing I cared for her way more than I thought.

"Once again, thank you, Clary, and damn these hormones, but I'll miss you so much. Sorry, I'm getting too emotional, right? I'd sworn I wouldn't turn into a crazy ass pregnant bitch, and yet here I am. Oh my god. I'm sorry, Clary, I forgot, I'm still at work and shouldn't cuss.." Maia started sobbing hysterically.

Shit. How was I supposed to handle hormonal pregnant ladies? I patted Maia on the shoulder, hugged her awkwardly, and ushered her to the door. "There, there, it's okay. Go on home to Jordan, now, alright? You'll be fine." I ushered Maia out, and we exchanged one last hug before she left.

Double shit. I'd forgotten to ask her about that replacement. I was mulling that over when I heard an unfamiliar knock on my double glass doors.

A tall blonde man walked in. I'd worked with a lot of models in my day, but nothing could compare to the man in front of me. He looked like a honey-colored god, and his voice made me melt into my seat.

"Hi. You're Miss Fray, right? I'm your new PA, Jace Herondale."

So, what do you guys think? Please R & R!

Let me know what you think-I wanted to write this because I've read a ton of stories (all wonderful, of course) in which Jace is the CEO, and Clary is the PA. So, I hope you like the role switch!