I Trust You

T. Thompson Did What Now?!

"No! How could he?" Cries Grace watching the latest episode of Keeping Up With The Kardashians. "You've broken our hearts."

Grace breaks her gaze from the TV when she hears her phone vibrating. Staring at the caller ID, a picture of Vic at last years Halloween Bash, she answers the phone.

"You would not believe what happened!" Screeches Grace, pausing the TV. "Tristan cheated on Khloe, it's all over."

'Really?" Mutters Vic

"Yes, TMZ got the whole thing." Grace says ignoring her friends lack of enthusiasm at the latest scandal. "I mean Khloe is pregnant she can't deal with all this-"

"Okay, that sucks but I have something to tell you." Vic interrupts.

"What could be more important than this?" Grace answers, staring at the frozen screen of Kim Kardashian West on the phone with Khloe.

Nothing, absolutely nothing.

"Well, I went snooping and managed to get you an interview." Vic gleefully announces, her attitude changing completely.

"Wait, are you being serious?"

"Dead."

"No way?" Grace answers, lifting herself off the couch. "Cause I've been stalking Careers24 and have found nothing."

"But Careers24 doesn't have a millionaire as a husband now does it?" Vic proudly announces.

True.

"So, I told John what had happened, well at least the details you were willing to share, and he asked around and managed to get you an interview at Maxwells & Partners for Senior Brand Manager." Vic says. "Now its scheduled for Friday, I've just sent you an email on it, but its up to you from here."

Friday?! That's in two days!

"Wow, Vic." Grace answers, her heart swelling with emotion for the couple. "You guys are amazing. Thank you a billion times and one."

"You are family and we protect family."

"Forever." Grace mutters. "Now you better come over to help me pick up an outfit."

"Girl, I wouldn't miss it for the world."

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"You can do this." Grace mutters as she steps into the 17 story skyscraper. "It's just an interview."

Holding tightly onto her small Gucci bag, Grace steps up to the main receptionists table and asks for Marketing department.

"You're here for the job interview, right?" The young brunette asks, putting down a stack of papers and typing feverishly into her computer.

"Yes, I am." Grace says, trying to seem confident and in control despite the constant twitch of her eye.

"Well, take the elevators to your left, press the 14th floor." The brunette says staring momentarily at Grace before dragging her gaze back to the screen. "Once you reach the floor, there will be a platinum blonde lady at the font desk, tell her you're here to see Mr. Owens and she'll help you from there."

"Perfect." Grace mutters, already forgetting half of what the brunette had spewed out in a matter of seconds. "Thank you."

Stepping away from the desk, Grace walks across the white tiles, in her new Christian Louboutin shoes, and shuffles into the elevator with 12 other people and gingerly clicks the 14th button.

"You can do this." Grace mutters, soothing her hair curly hair back into place and attempting to stop the little seizure her right eye was having. "You're in control and you're the woman."