"But these all depend on one thing, you'll have to get me into that gala with you."
Claire's last words widened their eyes.
The same solutions they had been thinking about for hours now and yet she made perfect solutions in minutes of her knowing about them.
But soon Jace snapped out of thought, "There's no way that we can get you into the gala."
She scoffed.
"I was once the best recruit here before— him."
Jace retorted.
"The key word being 'once'."
She said nothing more, a slight vein gathering on her forehead.
Levi cut in, "Alright, there's got to be a way for her to be there. She's right, she was once the best recruit and you're an Elite Jace, pull some strings."
Jace sighed.
"Fine, I'll take to Manhattan and convince him that you might be useful in getting sponsors to spend. Hey, maybe I'll tell him you're a whore."
She fired back.
"Of course I'm a whore, your mother trained me herself and she's the best."
