I Trust You

The Great Confession

For the past 3 years Grace has never had to deal with 10am traffic mainly because at 10am she was always knee-deep in deadlines, impatient customers and red-faced bosses but looking at the long line of cars ahead of her she wished to be back in her office, despite what had happened just last night.

"At this rate I'll be an hour late!"Grace grumbles, looking out the window for the hundredth time as if hoping that in the last ten seconds the cars would have moved.

Shouldn't people be at work at this time. I find it hard to believe that so many unemployed people could be on the road at this time.

Grace watches from her rearview as a dark-red Mercedes Benz swerves out of the line of cars and visibly speeds past her down the other, emptier, side of the road. Although dangerous Grace knows that standing another minute in this traffic will cause her to lose her mind. So without a second thought she shifts gears and joins the red Mercedes as it passes the long line.

"Talk about living on the edge." Grace squeals as she parks in front of the small cafe.

Stepping out the car in a sexy pair of Louis Vuitton heels, yellow jumper and black tights Grace sashays into the cafe feeling confident despite her current circumstance.

If my life is going to hell, I ought to look good while it happens.

Spotting her pale friend at the corner of the brick-faced cafe, Grace hastens her steps as she slips off her Ray Ban black sunglasses and takes a seat on the plush chair.

"Well, look at your girlfriend!" Taunts Veronica, looking at Grace from head to toe, her green eyes sparkling against her fiery orange hair.

Grace lets out a small laugh at she stares at her longtime friend.

"I thought why not." Grace mutters, leaning on the table. "Not everybody needs to see what's going on in the inside."

At the comment Victorias red-lip smile disappears as frown takes over.

"What's going on bae?" She asks, grabbing Grace's hand. "First you don't show up to work then you wear your ' I'm upset Vuitton heels'".

Grace incredulously stares at her brown heels and with a light brown sole.

"These are not my upset heels!" She gasps, trying to avoid the question. "Those I got rid a long time ago and you know it!"

A small smile stretches over Victorias lips as she remembers the fond memory but as quickly as it comes it leaves.

"Don't change the subject. I'm worried."

Letting a large sigh, Grace spots a waiter and waves them over.

As Grace orders her usual, a cafe latte and chocolate muffin, she can't help but shiver at her friends piercing gaze on her.

Once the waiter leaves Grace reluctantly drags her gaze back onto her best friend.

"I quit." Grace murmurs, playing with her chipped black nail polish. "I sent in my resignation letter this morning."

"What!" Victoria screeches drawing a bit of attention from the table behind her. Grace mutters a quick apology at the couple and faces her friend again whose pale skin has tuned a purple shade.

"Yep, I quit."

"Why? You love your job." Victoria asks, her mouth open in disbelief. "The moment they hired you, you couldn't stop bragging about it, even to me and we both work there, well used to"

"Something happened." Whispers Grace as she feels her tough act slowly cracking. "Something that makes me never want to step foot into that building again."