I Trust You

Brining In The Flirty Guns?!

"Oh, so this is how it looks down here." Whispers Florinda, her eyes roaming round the dark, grey scale office. "If I'm being honest, I thought they ran an underground casino down here."

"Shut up." Grace whispers, shoving her elbow roughly into her stomach before meeting Vincent's cool gaze. "Mr.Maxwell this is-"

"Florinda Romanov, sir, I work just one floor above yours." Florinda interrupts, her voice high and hand tentatively outstretched.

Girl, what game you playing. I brought you down for business don't make me regret it.

Grace shoots Florinda a dirty look just as Vincent slowly rises from his chair and places his hand in hers.

"Mr.Maxwell, it's a pleasure to meet you Ms.Romanov." He replies, firmly shaking her hand before sitting down again his hand cooly placed on his chin. "So, Ms.Fontanel tells me you have some important information for us."

"Oh, yes I do." Florinda answers, quickly perching herself on one of the chairs; her elbows placed on his desk.

Grace softly sighs before sitting down beside Florinda, regret shining in her eyes.

"I should have asked somebody else." She softly mumbles, her gaze on the books sitting in the corner of the room.

"Excuse me?" Questions Vincent, his gaze trained on Grace. "Did you say something?"

"Me? Oh no, nothing at all." Grace quickly mumbles, flippantly waving her hand in the air

"Anyway, Ms.Romanov, would you please enlighten us." He says, leaning back on his chair, his suit jacket slightly tightening from his movements.

"Well, it all depends on what you want." She teases, her eyes blinking ferociously.

Is she really flirting with him, girl come on!

"Well, what we want is the name of the hotel with the best foot traffic." He answers, ignoring the double meaning to her words. "But Ms.Fontanel can explain it much better."

Vincent glances at Grace, urging her to speak up.

"We want one of the hotels that are reasonably close by; we don't want to drive for hours to get there and it would have to be the busiest, one where people are constantly checking in and out, you know." Grace mumbles, eyeing Florinda as she bobs her head up and down continuously. "But what would be most important is the paparazzi. I want to tip them off that Mr.Maxwell will be there so the place has to be somewhat snazzy and inviting. Can't have paparazzi at a dingy place. "

"Oh, I get you." Florinda mutters, her head in the skies as she slowly stands up and strolls around the room; touching the bookshelf, then the chairs and finally Vincent's desk with the tips of her fingers. "I would suggest..."

A long silence passes over the three of them and Grace heatedly glances at Florinda.

"You would suggest?" Grace mumbles, hinting at her to continue or she might just have to shove her ugly butt out of this office.

"Fairmont would definitely not work; too many celebrities." Florinda mutters, her gaze fixed on Vincent.

"Okay so what other hotels?" Grace asks, her patience slowly dwindling.

"Pillar Creek would be a good one but it's a bit far so..."

Vincent slowly leans forward, placing his arms against his desk, his eyes chillingly staring at Florinda.

Girl you better speak before he kicks you out.

"So, what would you suggest, Ms.Romanov?"