/Third Person POV/
Jace swipes the text window once again. He was waiting for her to add anything to her last text—not even a good night or a talk to you tomorrow—He let out a sigh, tucking his phone under his pillow and stared up at the ceiling.
The past few days have been busy with the investors pulling him in different directions. He never thought that anyone would be that bored at a party. Surrounded by all the pepper grey gentleman cackling away at their golf jokes made him feel like an outsider. He couldn't even talk to them about art because they thought it was lady job.
As much as he wanted to be offended, he let it slide. It was of no use because they would not pay any attention to that. He felt like going back to his place, talking with Isabella about his art.
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