Heavy is the Head that wears the Crown
There was no room for error when it came to people’s lives. Magnus Bane prided himself on rarely making mistakes when it came to his days spent in court. He was the best. And somehow, it had been all written down for him. He was supposed to be the best. He was made for that.
Magnus Bane was a busy man. He was a lonely man. Was he even a man? He tried not to ask himself that question too often, but it often came back in the middle of the night, in the silence of his bedroom, moonlight streaming down to brush his face. He felt it, the light, like a soft caress. Was it normal? Did others feel that way?
That morning, he watched himself in the mirror of his bathroom, straining his tie. He had some exciting cases, and some more usual. Like every other day. But today was special. He was having an interview, with a new associate. Alexander Lightwood. Lightwood was the name of a Council member, and the name of a genetic researcher, and the name of a very wealthy upper class family. And Lightwood, was the name of one of the most brilliant forensic scientist of her generation, and friend of his, Isabelle. He hadn’t chosen Alexander because he was her brother, or a Lightwood. The lawyer was talented. Unfazed. He was simply excellent at what he did and those were the kind of associates Magnus looked for. There was no room for error when it came to people’s lives.
12 hours. 4 reviews of cases. One interview. 10 calls. 52 messages. One meeting. And then dinner at Myths. He was craving 21st century fusion food. He would go alone. Better that way, to enjoy his food without having to worry about someone else. It wasn’t that he didn’t like people. He just saw no shame in eating alone.
He was in his office in 20 minutes. He didn’t live far from his work, and he enjoyed walking. He needed to call Isabelle. She should have the latest test results. Maybe he could invite her to dinner.
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