I Trust You

Into The Glass Office

"Grace can you please come to my office?" Linda says, peeking her head out her office door before flicking her head.

The buzz in the cockpit seems to quieten, as people who were previsoly walking turn their heads to  Grace's shocked face.

"Sure." Grace squeaks, rolling her chair back as the creak of the wheels bounces throughout the room.

Slowly, Grace lifts herself off her chair and holds onto the cubicle wall, hoping that her 3inch Versace heels could handle the short walk even with her quivering feet.

"I didn't do anything wrong." Grace whispers to herself, pushing a lock of her back. "She just wants to talk."

Grace passes a long line of similar cubicles when a brunette, with bright red lips and wild eyes catches her eye. Grace throws her a quizzical look when she begins to  sympathetically shake her head towards Grace and tightly clasp her hands on her lap as if praying for her.

It can't be that bad people.

The stairs from never stop as Grace slowly ambles to Linda's office door.

Turning her gaze away from the burning eyes, Grace lifts her hand ready to knock but stops.

"Should I knock?" She whispers, sweat forming right behind her hairline. "I mean she told me to come, knocking would be stupid but I don't want to be disrespectful..."

Grace's ranting is interrupted by a stern shout from the other side of the door.

"For the love of all things good, Grace get in here and guys stop staring at her, don't you have work to do?" Grace spots Linda standing near the glass wall of her office, harshly glaring at everyone till they eyes shift back to their laptops. "Goodness, people can't mind their own damn business anymore. What happened to the good 'ol days where..."

Linda trails off when she walks away from the glass towards her desk.

"Okay, you've got this."

Grace soothes down her blue pantsuit before tentatively opening the door and stepping into the familiar bright office.

"You asked for me." Grace says, gently closing the door behind her.

"Yes, I did." Linda mutters. "Sit."

Grace eyes the two chairs before slowly perching herself in one.

I know this is about me leaving early, I can just feel it.

Grace fights to loosen her hands from her tight grip when she meets Linda's eyes.

"I just wanted to say-"

"I'm sorry." Grace blurts out, placing both her hands on the table. "I know it was wrong of me and I'm so sorry. See, I'm even sweating from all the guilt. Please don't fire me." Grace adds desperately as she widens her eyes and slowly leans in.

"Sorry for what?" Linda asks, her eyes shining with confusion. "What did you do?"

"What do you think I did?" Grace mutters, her eyebrow raised.

"You tell me."

"Oh..." Grace lifts herself off the desk and leans back in her chair, the sweat instantly evaporating from her skin and the butterflies that danced in her stomach instantly die. " Forget I even said anything. So, what did you want to talk to me about?"

Linda deeply stares at Grace, her lips tucked in-between her teeth before her eyes quickly dart around the room.

"I wanted to apologise."

"Apologise?"

"Yes, apologise-"

"For what?" Grace interrupts.

"For not-"

"Oh, you don't have to apologise to me for anything." Grace says, shaking her head and flippantly waving her hand. "You're the boss."

"Can you just let me finish, please." Linda tightly says, her lips in a tight smile.

"Of course, sorry."

"I should have done this a while ago but I was just too embarrassed to say anything, then I realised just how unprofessional it was of me not to. Grace, I'm sorry for the scene you walked in on; in the staircase with my husband and I."

"Oh that." Grace gruffly says, shrinking in her seat.

"Yes, that." Linda cheeks turn a rosy red before she coughs. "I really regret that and I hope things can continue normally between us and that the scene hasn't changed what we have."

"What do we have exactly?" Grace asks, her index finger in the air.

"Well, I'm your boss and you're my employee." Linda says, her back straight as a bored. "I don't want you to think that you have a boss who isn't in control of her...emotions."

"Oh."

"Yes."

"Well, it's fine." Grace says, a small smile on her lips. "It would be great if we actually forgot about the whole scene actually."

"Really?" Linda says, her hands clasped together. "That would be amazing. Thank you."

A beat of silence passes the two before Linda finally breaks it.

"How are things with Mr.Maxwell going?" She adds, "I saw the website and it looks great."

"Thank you and things are going fine?" Grace grimaces. "It's going, Mr.Maxwell is difficult to work with."

"I know right."Linda nods, her eyes wide.

"You've worked with him before?"

"Not directly but people have a lot to say."

"I bet." Grace laughs, the mood finally lighter. "On that note, I'm planning something and I just finished up the arrangements with the hotel, the car and paparazzi but I need one thing."

"Sure, ask away."

"I need to kind of tell Mr.Maxwell the plan, his sectary knows but she vowed to keep everything a secret but for some reason I don't have his work number, do you mind giving it to me? I mean I could go and see him but..."

"But you'd rather not."

"Exactly."

"Sure."

Linda reaches opens her drawer and takes out a stack of bright yellow sticky notes before scrawling down a number and passing it to me.

"Thank you." Grace mutters, sliding out her seat .

"No biggie and good luck with him."

"Thanks."

Once her butt cheeks finally hit her chair, Grace lets out a large sigh of relief.

"I made it." She whispers, throwing her hands in the air and waving to the imaginary crowd. "Now to actually tell him."