I Trust You

She's At The Door

"So, you're going to brand him?" Asks Vic as she carefully brushes another layer of pink gelish onto her toenails.

"Yep." Answers Grace flipping through channels. "Why is there nothing on TV?"

"What type of brand are you going for?" Vic mutters ignoring Grace's groans.

"I don't know." She states tossing the remote on the table and lying down on the couch. "I was hoping for kind and gentle with a splash of genius."

"Kind?" Snorts Vic gently blowing on her wet nails. "Good luck with that."

"Why'd you say it like that?" Grace asks her brows furrowed. "It's not like you know him."

"I don't but I met him briefly at one of John's soirees and he was a nasty guy. He didn't smile or glance at anyone he thought was less than him. In fact, when John spoke to him he acted like he had a billion other things he'd rather be doing." Vic says. "Why are you defending him anyway, it's not like you know him either?"

Why am I defending him?

"I'm not. I'm just trying to understand."

"Sure."

Grace glances around the living room looking at the mess Vic and her had made in the last 2 hours. Chocolate wrappers on the floor, open chips on the table and strange stain on her new yellow carpet.

"How do you think I should brand him?" Grace says grimacing at the mess but  choosing to deal with it later.

"Rude." Vic firmly says tossing some chips into her mouth before placing her feet on the couch's armrest. "Perhaps a prick too while you're at it."

"Vic." Whines Grace glaring at the redhead.

"Fine, what's your goal though?"

"Well, I want the public to get to know him. It seems like he's okay with living in the shadows and that's fine, I guess, but you can only get so far when you're in hiding." Grace lifts her head to see Vic with her arms crossed and face scrunched.

"Kind might be a stretch but maybe charitable and supportive." Vic leans against the couch. "He should also seem like he cares about the company's employees and not just the actual company."

"Yeah." Hums Grace before staring deeply into Vic's eyes. "You thinking what I'm thinking?"

Vic's face stretches into a wide grin and she quickly sits up.

"A branch check in." They simultaneously say.

"You're going to need lots of media coverage." Vic comments her eyes sparkling at the idea of the paparazzi with their bright flashing cameras.

"But we have to choose the perfect branch." Grace mutters tilting her head in thought. "Needs to be a branch that's usually full of people, close to the business district and loads of people know about."

"Yeah." Vic nods standing up carefully. "You said they own what?"

"They hold a bunch of investments all over the place, own a chain of hotels, one oil rig thing and I think they have one orphanage that falls under them but nobody knows that it's them that actually supports it." Grace mutters thinking of the research she had done earlier today.

"Which hotels?"

"Really, Vic?" Asks Grace shocked that her friend would actually think that she would remember exactly which hotels. "Ah, all I know is that one is called The Velvet and the other Fairmont the rest I have no idea."

"The Velvet?" Vic questions, reaching out for her phone. "That sounds like a club."

"Maybe, I don't know."

"Well, how does it look like?"

"Victoria..." Grace mumbles. "How am I supposed to know?"

Grabbing the nearest pillow, Grace drops it onto her face trying to drown out Vic's voice.

I sound so incompetent but in my defence today was my first day.

"Come on think." Vic mumbles grabbing the pillow and tossing it across the room. "Did it have gold columns and a red sign above the building." Vic asks staring at her phone.

"I just saw a brief picture and um," Grace thinks. "it had a red carpet, I think. The one article from a decade ago says that Mariah Carey once went there to party but I highly doubt it."

"Found it." Vic states.

"What?"

Grace quickly lifts herself off the couch and shuffles close to Vic so she can have a clear view of the phone.

"Yeah, its that one." Grace agrees staring at the club. "But it looks a little different."

"Well, it's one of the most exclusive clubs around, Grace." Vic murmurs flipping through the pictures of the club. "John sometimes goes there to meet up with his friends."

"John goes clubbing?" Gasps Grace a hand over her heart.

"Shut up." Vic barks a small smile on her face. " And yes he does. What he doesn't know is that when he thinks he's alone I'm right around the corner."

"Vic." Laughs Grace slapping her friends shoulder. "Can't lie and say I didn't expect it."

"Whatever." Vic mumbles. "So why don't you start off with a visit to one of the branch hotels, then a trip to the orphanage-"

"Then a wild, M&P supported party at The Velvet and to sign it all off an interview with the one and only Vincent Maxwell." Grace interrupts already planing it all in her head.

"Exactly and that's just the icing on the cake." Vic agrees a smirk on her face.

"This is perfect if we can get Vincent out there it means automatic coverage for Maxwell & Partners."

"Vincent huh?" Asks Vic a suspicious sparkle in her eye. "Didn't know you two were already on a first name basis."

"I mean Mr.Maxwell." Grace stresses turning her face from her friend. "It was just a slip of the tongue."

"Sure." Vic mutters sarcastically.

"It was." Grace mutters. "I swear to yo-"

Knock, knock.

"Who's that?" Ask Vic staring at the front door.

"No idea." Squeaks Grace

Please don't be Raymond, please don't be Raymond.

"Grace it's me." A voice sings from the other side of the door. "Open up."

Wait a second.

Grace quickly glances at Vic who's already making her way towards the door.

"No." Grace bellows as softly as she can jumping off the couch.

Vic's hand touches the doorknob just as Grace quickly swats it away and places her finger over her mouth.

"Shh."

"What?" Mouths Vic, confusion written all over her face.

"It's Molinda."